June brought the stormy rain,
the natural star that rocks the wind.
June filled the sea with feeling
with the delicate presence of a rose.
Vilma will know how to guard the exquisite
faithful foam of a sky spilled
like the silence of her beloved
under the friendly glass of another rose.
I saw her levitate like a star
alive, serene, pleasant, and aflame.
Vilma, still shining like a spark,
converted into the perennial rose,
made into a song and a dream realized
like a clear star at dawn.
Nancy Morejón
