bliss eternal
on a golden kiss
forgotten forever on
a mindless wish
beaten beliefs
whisked away
alone in our fears
so naked inside
write on my body
lips softly slide
(to) calm my
worried eyes
take me off
to a sleep
awakened, alive
– Via Estela
Category: Poetry
Remembrance
Blowing open doors
leading into windows,
fate casts a spell of sunshine
between the blinds
that softly sway
from the sandalwood-scented wind,
that carries memories
of a fate long past
in another lifetime
far away, left behind.
– Via Estela
Bliss
Captures of time
Blown on a kiss;
Pleasantries abound
Only the bewildered miss;
I know the feeling
Caught in love’s eternal bliss
Patience brings like a
Bird in flight,
Boundless energies
Of happiness.
– Via Estela
Love, Mallorca
Un somi mallorquí
Postcards are scattered about
In the dark
With nowhere to go.
I hear the waves
Of guitar strings and voices
Dancing me away
Into dreams of tomorrow.
The wind is silent
As I listen to the sea
Singing me a sweet lullaby
Under a canopy of
Figs and trees.
I linger on some thoughts
That sway, fading into nothing.
Flowers lead me down a path
Gently touched by savoury scents
Flowing on the evening breeze,
To where the stars kiss
The sand and the sea.
I fall into your arms and
I forget about everything else.
– Via Estela
Music
The rhythm of life
Breathing;
A thought exhaling,
Singing melodies
On my
Mind,
Of my soul.
Rivers dancing through the skies,
Oceans shining on the clouds,
Sparkling lights reflecting
An eternity of grace
In hopes of rain.
A lullaby of
Sunlight
Touching
The ground
With love’s compassion,
In tears of salvation,
In tears of hope,
Unending;
Saving souls from despair.
The freedom of a
Bird landing,
Touching;
A flower growing, opening
With life; bliss and memories,
Music is poetry without words
And brings me to tears,
In mercy with silence
That cannot be
Contained.
A moment,
Music contains life
Speaking through the heart
In a rush of desire.
A universe of ecstasy
In a single note,
Shimmering through
An exploration of senses.
Music is love fulfilling
Itself in passions
Tasted alive;
Vitality in abstract
Awareness,
Music is a measureless
Dream.
– Via Estela
