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.
Tag: poetry
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.
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.
I listened
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.
Sa Carabassa
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
