The night sky is dressed in stars tonight, Don McLean’s “starry starry night”, Pablo Neruda’s “noche … estrellada”. It always is. Somewhere. But not here. Not ever here other than in my dreams. City lights hide most stars but I know they’re there and they know that I know and they care.
My love lies silently tonight; somewhere, though it may be we’ve never met, or even sadder, that we’ve met and passed each other by, not recognizing who and what we should have been, or that we met and played at love but left empty hearted. I can feel her somewhere but I don’t know where or when.
La noche estrellada, the starry, starry night, Neruda gone to rest in immortality with his memories, McLean faded away into obscurity though his melodies and poems echo on, and you, somewhere, some when, perhaps fantasizing about memories that should have been but passed us by.
© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2017; all rights reserved. Please feel free to share with appropriate attribution.
Guillermo Calvo Mahé (a sometime poet) is a writer, political commentator and academic currently residing in the Republic of Colombia although he has primarily lived in the United States of America (of which he is a citizen). Until recently he chaired the political science, government and international relations programs at the Universidad Autónoma de Manizales. He has academic degrees in political science (the Citadel), law (St. John’s University), international legal studies (New York University) and translation studies (the University of Florida’s Center for Latin American Studies). He can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org or email@example.com and much of his writing is available through his blog at http://www.guillermocalvo.com.