ARIADNE, YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE
The warm rays of sun
caress the March morning
in British Columbia’s
final winter dawns.
These warm sunrays
remind me of you,
my beloved,
of your being, of your joy.
Desire grows inside me,
a yearning to hold you in my arms,
here at French Beach.
In the distance, the sea
lashes the rocks,
sways the sand
with its stars and fish.
When I think of you,
Ariadne,
my blood runs in the submerged rivers
of my skin.
Outside, the sun touches the first flowers
that dance to the freezing rhythm of the wind,
ready to bring spring
from Earth’s heart.
I am Quixote
looking for his Dulcinea.
Yes, Ariadne, you are my Dulcinea,
sunshine of my life.
Translation by:
Monique James & Belkis Possamai