En el Puerto del Cielo

Mom found one more from great-grandfather José online. That’s four from him, so far. Many more to come, I hope.

In the Port of the Sky

José Joaquín Ribera Chevremont

 
Today my hope is anchored in the port of the sky,
and the crew ran towards the stars
My sails are filled with music and song
and waved in return the blue flames of my flag. 
 
And songs of laughter and tears rolled along:
mouth broken in tenderness of maternal tears…
roses colored by the kisses of a desire,
glimpse of eternal yearning towards an unfettered life. 
 
Today my hope is anchored in the port of the sky,
Luminous birds pierce the masts.
Invisible telescope, the mind examiner
trims away the images of errant forms. 
 
The antennas catch broken messages
the glass of the heavens with its anguished cry…
And the crew returned from the stars
drunk on infinity…!