I stared at the sea so long
the sunlight changed
colors on the water
It was
that moment
I felt a part of nature
It was then
that I knew
I was home within myself
Tag: Poetry
touching
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
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The Discreet Use of the Senses
A rose given
In sunlight reflecting,
Patterns of light
Glimmering, birds
Flying fluttering
In gardens of ecstasy.
Sacred skin worshipped
Softly scented in trances
Of freedom, an
Eternity of sensations
Fulfilled in every
Moment with you.
Averting eyes
In blushing desires,
My body intrigued
In captured responses
And these passing thoughts
That I cannot resist.
A bond beyond a normal day
With a lush exchange of energy,
For when I heard your voice
Nothing else compared;
More than something in passing
You are absolutely beautiful.
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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
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
