Juan Pablo Jalisco's World of Poetry

THE RYTHYM OF ROMANCE,

(To Maria-Conchita, who was one of the ‘swaying senoritas’).

The gentle strains of a romantic guitar drift upon the soft evening breeze,

Swaying senoritas accompany the man with a voice rich enough to stir a thousand hearts,

And as I sit upon the sand, gazing out upon infinity, my soul sighs in deep contentment.

I watch the slow tango of the undulating waves as they reach out to kiss the shore,

And I could swear that they too can hear the music,

That they sway to the rhythm of the sounds of love carried on the evening breeze.

The sunset gathers pace, and the light of day sinks ever faster into the far horizon,

And still the sound of music, the gentle voices of love fill my ears, and touch my soul.

The dying embers of the day look skywards imploringly, the blue of the sky darkens into night.

All around the bay, the lights of evening blink into life, and still I sit upon the sand, content.

With the darkening night the lights of the town reflect and twinkle upon the waves,

Which seem to gently hum in accord with the song of love whose essence drifts slowly out to sea

Sending its message of romance far into the night, into the infinity of the ocean’s caress.

I think that perhaps the breeze pays homage to the sound of romance, as it helps it on its way.

The heady scent of orchid, camellia, and gardenia meld together and drifts across the sand,

And the sounds of the passion mingle with the heady perfume of the night.

The lights of a tiny fishing boat in the bay wink a lovers greeting to the lighthouse on the hill,

And, slowly, in unison with the rhythm of romance, my senses are filled to overflowing.

I close my eyes, and am enveloped by the sounds of music, voice, and ocean swell,

By the sweet perfume of evening as it cleaves to the salt-scent of the breeze.

A dazzling moon clutches the night close to her breast, and the shadows of their joining

Fall upon the world below, mirroring the rhythmic rapture of the passion of love’s song.

I am surrounded by the warmth of love’s own reality, I am falling for the dream,

Of love, of stories rendered by the unseen voices, the magic of the sound of the single romantic guitar.

I am truly enamoured, I am lost in the night, beguiled by the goddess of the moon,

I have been touched by the sound of love,

And as the singers depart, and the music stops, I rise from the sand,

Walk home with hope in my heart, I am love with the romance of life.