To Alejandro, with love

To Alejandro,

My Spanish king, where did you depart on a night of spring?
Young it was with a cold wind and a sky full of stars glittering.
My cello has stopped playing the tune on an hour I know not when
But I remember the flower you gave me, I have kept on it since then

Hope you recall the evening you took my glance through the books of library
The next I saw your face on the glass of a Greco painting at an art gallery
Our eyes met then in pairs of two, bringing a wide smile from the west
Country songs have bored me enough till you brought a rock ‘n roll quest

That French café round the fifth corner still keep glowing that red paper light
And the couple next door are loud even now, over politics they like to fight
The debate over Dante and Mr. Roosevelt still don’t seem to be too old
Alejandro remember the pendant you gave me had my name etched in gold

I wrote to you taking words from Spain that thing those times have left behind
The moments I have spent with you those days showed how life to me was kind
They gave me frolic to the brim with an elegance, that was subtle yet wild
Beaming in its glory I danced at midnight, in the rain, like a little child

It was autumn, the season of fall, but for me nature seemed to be growing
You closed my eyes and took me there, by the river and came that spring
I opened my eyes and you were gone as the wind blew a sea of faces in
I was lost in a land I knew not, without a house, a friend or a kin

I always knew the crowd was scary, I cried as they walked over me
Stooped down with head hung low I could see yesterday in all its glee
Alejandro it was never your fault, you made no promises that were broken
Yet I saw them written in your eyes, deceiving by nature, they left me shaken

Before this poetry turns lousy and heavy, I’d say a good friend you have been
I have kids now, three to number, so I tell you with a heart that is very keen
To see you, from whom I’ve learned the stories I tell them in our childish prattle
And often on a lonely noon I smile seeing the girl next door on a prolonged rattle

The years speak of a lore now, it tells what I shared with a guy and his horse
That raced past the country woods to an island by the beach, dry and coarse
I was happy and I am, you taught the way. Oh! Yes, you can take a bow
Alejandro lets meet all these years later, like the friends we were, then and now.