Thursday, March 26, 2009
There is a place
T here is a place where I go to from time to time to rest when the world weights too heavy on my shoulders. To get there, I step out of my mind and walk through a glass door onto a deck, where there is no hurt, no feeling at all. If I look up, the sky above is filled with crisp air and the peaceful light from the stars, who seem to tell the stories of a million hearts. Breathing is easier there without the stench of pain and the world softens as I walk in, the noises of the mind quiet. If I want...
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Wednesday, March 25, 2009
They tell me sometimes love just ends...
T hey tell me sometimes love just ends, you stop loving without knowing why, without regrets, and it is like opening your hand and finding it empty and wondering what was it that from it escaped, or like walking over dried leaves and by accident stepping on a green one that fell by mistake. They say you stop feeling the love all of a sudden though you still might think you're loving and when you do, you feel like the blind man that crying realizes he is still waving to the train that has long...
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Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Remember
Remember? sitting by the Seine holding hands staring into each other's eyes, Life was so simple then just you and I and the promise that was. You painting...softly tracing the colors as if you were creating them, and I, writing, inspired by the beauty of Paris Why did we ever leave that room on top of the stairs where we were so happy, so content. we could have stayed there on our diet of love, bread cheese and wine Remember? how you used to wake me with a kiss in that room that got so cold...
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Love ...
T o try to explain love to someone that has not been in love is like trying to explain to a blind man what the sky looks like full of stars or how the many colors of a rainbow, so different, look so beautiful all together in their giant arch Only if you have been in love can you understand someone that is in love, for then you remember the incessant excitement making your blood rush and the primal need to always be near that one person that is more important to you than you are to yourself....
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Monday, March 23, 2009
If I could touch you...
I f I could touch you the way I want to touch you it would be like this.... Tracing your features with my lips, my hands, anxious to feel would discover the softness of your skin, traveling unencumbered towards the place they long to be... and I assure you my love that you would never forget the pleasure you would feel or the sweetness of my kiss... If I could touch you the way I want there is nothing, no one, that could take us apart, With your arms holding me close to your heart feeling mine...
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Sunday, March 22, 2009
The moon smiles
T he moon is smiling among the sky's many stars., a sliver of a smile just enough to warm my heart... and illuminate the dark of my life and of this night.
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Saturday, March 21, 2009
Tattered wings
A s I awake and see the light that streams from the window of my room, I notice as I look out there are a few flowers starting to bloom. and a butterfly, fluttering about, among the roses in the backyard calls my attention to her grace and swings Her yellow wings bright like the sun, move to the music that the wind plays when suddenly a ghost of wind makes them brush slightly against a thorn. Her wings tattered she seems to loose altitude, but she doesn't bleed. and she continues her dance of...
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Friday, March 20, 2009
Spring is here...
Light intrudes through her window in a most obnoxious way, kicking the pillows, she stirs in bed, and she feels the warmth of the breeze that sips through the crack in her door's glass through which freezing air whistled, just a few days past. Seduced by the silky softness of her sheet's caress, she tries to go back to dreaming, back to the sweet place where she could touch with words those that her mind had traced, to that far away corner of her life beaten soul that still kept love intact in a...
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Thursday, March 19, 2009
Beware of words
W ords can tell you things exist you would never have believed did, describe for you the most beautiful sights and teach you all about music even if you cannot hear With words we say I love you for the very first time, and with them we construct poems in our mind. We use them for hellos and for goodbyes, to pray and to damn, to tell the world what we feel and how it is that we came to look and act like this. Words can be sad and make us cry or sweet as sugar and make us smile. Printed words have...
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Wednesday, March 18, 2009
On the sand...
O n the sand is where I like to stand, watching the sun dip below the worn bridges and graying boat docks, past the green marsh reeds that sway back and forth like a pendulum of nature, under the passionate touch of a whipping wind. The pinks, oranges and yellows born from the sun overwhelm my mind as they dance on the gray stage of this winter sky like eternal lovers waltzing through time. I feel the cold on my face. The salty onshore breeze hastens its pace shaking my soul reminding me of all...
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Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I would not need to write this...
O n this sad Tuesday I am fondly thinking of the words you say and the things you do. and my old lie of not needing you disappears into the fine mist that from the gray clouds hiding the sun now, slowly drips. Loneliness is a harsh punishment for loving the right man, at the wrong moment, so I write, because you are not here, because wishes pent up in my heart long to be set free to be allowed to exist in the light. I write, but I am sweetly sad. For I know if you were here... the light from...
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Monday, March 16, 2009
Listen to the wind
L isten to the wind now that the magic of the moonlight is gone and the journey of the stars is in plain view. Listen to the wind and watch how it caresses the sea just so, making the water tremble as it awaits its kiss, creating sweet waves deep within it that in turn rush to touch the white sandy shores, leaving there as a memorial the sea weeds that the tide had tore the night before. Listen to that wind while it whispers to the tall palm trees that humbly bend to salute him with respect, and...
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Sunday, March 15, 2009
I am so ashamed
I sat by the sea today I sat there and felt ashamed for I remembered all the other nights and days when I sat there in that same place staring into a sea that seemed so cold, and feeling so alone pleading with a God I thought was deaf, asking Him to please bring my love back, to spare his mind, promising Him anything and everything for one more hour in his arms. Now he is back and instead of falling on my knees thanking G-d for the miracle that is he, I fret and complain... about he not being...
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Saturday, March 14, 2009
You came back to me
Y ou came back to me so changed I did not recognize you So long was your time away that you became someone else someone I do not know and who does not know who I am. Those lips I knew so well have a different taste and what before you took your time in doing, now you do in haste. Even though you are next to me I feel I am still waiting for you for I can tell that the eyes that I loved so, are not the ones I look now into I have you in my arms, but I know you are not mine and my kisses die of...
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Friday, March 13, 2009
He will find another woman
H e will find another woman. Love fades, time passes and even huge fires end up as ashes. Sometimes, even if no one wants it feelings and touches get old, and he will seek someone else to hold once I am from his life gone. He might tell her he forgot my last kiss and pretend he does not care if she says my name... but one day... perhaps when he hears an old song or sees someone that resembles me, he will think of all the words we said all the things we shared and his heart will skip a beat It...
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Thursday, March 12, 2009
The night dreams its blue
T he night dreams it is blue and the stars seem to group together as if they were discussing the beauty of a moon that shines round and magnificent, queen of the sky, bathing everything below her in silvery light. A bird rehearses a new song perched on a snow covered tree and I don't dare move, afraid of upsetting the perfect world before me. I am alone in the dark. Time does not exist Nothing is real in this night that shouldn't be Only I am here, only me, my sad memories and this dream and my...
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Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Just ran out of time...
I was Earth and you were Fire but we ran through life together like to fugitives from the same sentence. I loved you so much, not because I shared your bed, but because you were my mate, my warmth, my shade. I was a child when we met, but I loved you like a woman loves a man, without second thoughts, without regrets. It is sad that after all that's happened, we should be growing apart and because this is so true...it is so sad I am left with quilty feelings I can not explain like if I had cursed...
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Tuesday, March 10, 2009
He walks in arrogance...
H e walks in arrogance like the sun that raises every day to illuminate the world and knows that without him there'll be no life on Earth. The Moon and the stars are in his eyes filled with the visions of a thousand works of art yet to be born out of the genius of his hands, but so engrossed is he with the glory he seeks that he forgets to tend to the needs of his heart and when he looks around, he finds himself alone for all that he once loved are now gone
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Monday, March 9, 2009
Its time to think...
Paint me capture my soul again and again in the emptiness of your mind and paste it on a white canvass It will not ease your mind not unless dreams can ease time. Keep me away from everything that once meant something far from that place we reached by loving but you can not keep my soul it is free and it belongs to the world. as once yours did too, remember.... when the leaves were falling that cold September and you swore you loved me but it could not be the love that I wanted, only you and me,...
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How many times...
How many times must I touch a flame to learn that it burns How many times can I forgive and forget the hurtful things you say How many more times... must I sit and cry feeling my heart brake There's nothing I can do I guess I'll have to say goodbye broken hearted...very soon
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