Zócalo: Jaguar Speak

                                                                Galloping thoughts of

                                                                Just you and me

                                                                Shoot though the mist

                                                                Of rivers and trees.

                                                                Riding on stallions

                                                                Across the great landscapes

                                                                Of embracing figures

                                                                Where tree’s kiss the sky

                                                                Seen from snow covered peaks

                                                                And valleys awash in

                                                                Warm tender moments

                                                                In places so intimate

                                                                Shared only by lovers

                                                                Of times, so precious,

                                                                Boiled in the red blood

                                                                Of hearts holding hands,

                                                                And hearts with the eyes

                                                                Of minds, reaching out,

                                                                For just that right word,

                                                                A glance saying yes

                                                                A yes meaning now,

                                                                                                                And Now

                                                                Being life’s clock

                                                                Ticking the times

                                                                Of passions and sighs

                                                                Performing great tricks

                                                                On landscapes of gold

                                                                Only to duplicate again

                                                                On the horizons of

                                                                Warm azure nights

                                                                Under silver moon spotlights

                                                                Lighting the dreams

                                                                Two people have made.