weaving a pattern, on fabric
light to the touch
at first
coarse when felt
a warm coarseness
that strikes deep
into my heart
the gold shining
through my mind
reflecting my memories
absorbing my dreams
swallowed up inside
a hole opened up
around me
resting on a flower
red tinged pink
leaves soft yet
muddled green
wrapped around my
legs, cradled like a baby
fallen into the weave;
a picture painted bright
as a canvas
drawn by the
sun and moon in
ecstasy
– Via
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
The sky falls into the city
creating a dance floor
breathing onto textures and waves.
I follow its lead,
caressing the evening night
through alleyways and pathways
into corners and strange places
charged with mystery
and ecstasy,
sadness and celebration
lights encounter the darkness
as enchantment casts
its pleasures in a
spell of synergy;
the sound of water touching the stones
creates a rhythm with footsteps,
accompanying the melody
of laughter and lovers.
color reflects the dreams of artists
and dancers as they paint
steps with their feet,
sculpting the air with each other,
bodies navigating
passages of rhythm.
conversations pass, reveling
into unknown places and escapades.
men are singing melodies
of fantasies and memories,
longing and regrets.
I move through the labyrinth
reaching into the sky
as it lifts me
above the canvas
of stones and footsteps,
riding the notes
as they float away,
dancing on passions and dreams.
the music paints the sky
as guitar strings
and sweet serenades
fade away into the stars
– Via Estela
