Returning to Puerto Rico

Puertorriqueña,

how your eyes are so wet

glistening tear's of your father's

raining down on this wetland

an island, enchanted in its folklore

and in your past

why have you been gone so long,

why do you return at last?

Puertorriqueña,

so many things have changed

and mountains moved

the sugar cane plowed a dozen

times since the last time that you

knew this land yet still you call it

home

It calls you back as the coqui

sing you back to sleep as if

you never left

Americana,

I see you smiling now the tears

are happy once again,

how you wish that you would return

ten years sooner than now

in this land with him hand in hand

but days turn nights and worlds collide

the heavens seek their kind

and you only come for thirteen hours,

dear, make them worth it

every time.