Category: Poetry

Poetry

Love, Mallorca

Via Estela

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.

Poetry

Music

Via Estela

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.

Poetry

I listened

Via Estela

I heard something
   but there was
   nothing there—
   noises in the distance.
I heard something
   in the darkness,
   then I was awoken
   from a daydream
   in a shattered haze
to hear her calling,
   “I am me.”

I wanted to turn away,
   but I was nearly there
   out of the background
   and into the day,
I had to reach that
   farthest star, I fell.
I could hear her calling,
   “Every lifetime I have is now.”

I wanted to turn away,
   but I was living
   beyond reason, beyond hope.
I listened to the passions
   of the dragonfly,
   to the sound of
   my own thoughts.
I listened to an unknown
   language
and I realized:
   I could understand.

I wanted to turn away,
   (but) I wanted to cry
   I had salvation
and before I knew,
   I could fly.

Poetry

Sa Carabassa

Via Estela

I only had dreams before
Now I listen and
I am the dream
I am not aware, I am lucid
in all that I feel

The waves of the sea
sing to me
as the blue fades into the night
the sea and the sky converge
until the stars fill my eyes
with endless wonder

I can feel a far-away land,
unknown,
I wish to return to;
the wind calls me
to adventure
teasing me to follow it away