Longing
By Edilson A. Ferreira

Someday I will die,

and even if they send my soul to the heavens,

I know I will be forever homesick.

For sure I will be longing for my days on earth,

remembering old surprising scarlet red sunsets

preceding soft nights where happily I had met

lovely and unforgettable women, sisters 

our race has refined in such a beauty, 

never seen anywhere or anytime else.

Longing for a world made by ourselves, humans

  full of many faults, sins and mismatches; stripped       

  of gifts inherent to a God or a Creator, however 

  never lacking incessant and true-hearted a love.

Longing for the smell of wet ground from which

  our ancestors once were created;

longing for the birds’ carols perched on trees

  where indomitable free winds sway their leaves

  and also leave their song;

longing for the days of glory on winning struggles

  once we had supposed were lost.

Longing for a man once alive who believed  

  he could one day be a king in his kingdom.