Monthly Archives: January 2013

Fallen

An olive tree,
With warped and torn branches
Weeps
“Light is my silence”

White Notes

It burns, burns me deep! ~ The heavy rain ~ of your soul ~ within.

out(burst)

Heart, has to break
To understand openness…

Rhythm

Cast upon me
The waiting of words in need
Of unembellished flow
Behold the pleasure you kindly give
As you lift the self
From us

Tears

When you find me in the worst of my days… Oh, Love!
Would you satiate your thirst?

Offering

The waves of my silhouette ~ under the moon ~ gently entering the skin, of solitude.

Weave of pearls

Tie my wings
And let me be
Aware of nothing but you
Drained
Every drop
Consumed
Every flame
Emptiness
Lingering in our skin
and yet…

Breath

Resting on her mouth
A gift
Made of
Earth and water
Rushing blood

Morning view

Broken wings and all
landing on the shore,
wood storks, herons, and seagulls…

Growing Love

I still talk to the moon
Translate images on the sky
Close my eyes
To feel the rain on my skin
Sinking, sinking
Casting-off the aches
Of time

In winter, I sit by the fire until dawn
Write love letters by a candle light
Read poetry aloud – when no one is nearby

Count to ten before knocking at your door
To calm the butterflies
Pour your coffee first, then mine

Take time
To contemplate flowers in spring
Kiss their cheeks
Inhale the sweet aroma
Listen to the bird’s melodies and dance
Walk, barefoot on the wet grass
Hug old trees – like it is always the first time

Follow
A rainbow
Across the ocean – the closer I have ever been
To paradise

I still, feel blessed
Even in moonless nights

Dawn

The purest white pearl
Sun-eyes of hunger and pray
As life, beautifully forms
In the shadow of stars, she bathes

Pause

In the deepest calm
Of a winter night
Taking flight
Unique love,
Longings
While a flavored rain
Outside
Resurrecting dormant plants
Gently falls

Love letter

Dear:

I could simply tell you – I love you,
or that poetry exists because you exist,
that my silences and my kisses travel,
in the summer breeze caressing your face,
in the cold winter rain,
to reach you,
Night and day.

But just in case, you’re wondering,
or feeling lonely,
the next time you see a sunset,
or hear the distant sound of a seagull,
smell the ocean,
close your eyes,
laugh,
cry,
or pray;
Whisper my name,
and listen,
to the quivering earth.

– With love, to my bb-

Deseo prolongado

Después de todo, te quedas en mí
Soy un árbol – Cultivando tristezas

~
After all, you’re in me
I am a tree – Cultivating sorrows

Hope

Even during the harsh winter months
The sap in the trees
Runs
Sacred sign
Drops
Of
Warmth
Life
Within
Calmly descending
Mist
Dressing winters’ whites
On my skin, birthing – spring

Solitude

A bird, awaits the miracle of light.

Whisper – 10

The animal in us ~ Is not merely biology ~ It breaths through words ~ It weaves life, with love.

Whitin

As night grows,
The dark cup
Breaks the veil of your dreams
Opening, the wounds
Of love

Rain

Another day
Amazed by the power of thoughts
Defiance by which
A lover cast spells
Upon the living darkness, the misty clouds, and the sun
Burst with ease – whole

Whispers – 9

A poem full of sun, for morning prays