Martas poems

You shined so brightly, there among all the others, as if a thousand tiny suns had touched and burst. each with its own shade of light, its own warmth to give You were so new, your smiles free and unsuspecting and at the same time...so aged, so worn, only slightly bitter, and very very sweet but most of all you were knowing, (all knowing,:-)) savvy in the things of life I had only dreamed about Even to cry with you was such painful pleasure. To know your mind, I would have given away all my... Sign in to see full entry.

You come to me out of my dreams like a far away glare from an inner light... A temptation I never knew that leaves in my lips a taste old and new You are laughter and tears, and solely responsible for the crazy beats of this silly heart of mine, for its sweetness, for its fears and for its sad moods some times You are the identical rose which is different growing in a garden that has no doors and it does not matter how you now look, if your hair is black as night or white like the clouds in that... Sign in to see full entry.

L ife has a subtle way to stop, as everything keeps going forth A woman can forget anything and everything, except her last moment with her first love. and sometimes, while a slow Autumn afternoons drags on and rain plays with the grass blades covering them in mud, our soul, drenched in nostalgia, can suddenly remember the man we adored, the one that filled with butterflies our empty heart and with happy occassions our till then empty life, the man that we thought we could never live without,... Sign in to see full entry.

C lose your eyes, let the world slide off your shoulders into that big void your unfulfilled wishes have left. Lay your head on my chest, don't think of anything but the touch of my fingers as they softly slide through your hair... let the soft beating of my heart be the music that lulls you to sleep, Nothing can harm you, nothing can make you weep, for I will be here beside you as you drift off into that land of dreams a land of rainbows and colored clouds where you will fly with the birds and... Sign in to see full entry.

They tell me sometimes love just ends, that one stops loving without knowing why, without regrets, and that it is a funny feeling... like opening one's hand, finding it empty and wondering what was it that from it had escaped. They tell me to stop loving is like the feeling of walking over dried leaves, hearing them crunch under one's feet knowing that in spite of their beauty they are dead. They say one stops feeling love all of a sudden though one might still think one's loving... just like... Sign in to see full entry.

They are always beautiful to me, those areas of meaning which are bare... they are places where my soul can rest and watch and marvel at the present as it dances into being. I sit on an old stone wall sipping something cold, and I am glad for the night for the sounds, for the sights for these eyes, which allow me to peer into darkness witnessing beauty spring to life. and for this poem which I've birthed into the light Sign in to see full entry.

I am... the one that likes to listen to romantic songs. The one that has live dreams but thinks of dead worlds, and that while opening all the windows has inadvertently closed doors. The one that loves the moon, daisies, ice cream and you, sighs when she sees a sunset, tries too hard to forget and enjoys watching the leaves fall when there is nothing else to do, The one that counts the stars she loves sitting alone in the dark, and walks down the streets dansing to the music of her heart. The... Sign in to see full entry.

I open my eyes and allow my mind to fill with the softness and harshness of all that there is capturing the beauty of the simplest things... so easily, so simply as if all I had to do to see their shine were to breathe deeply, its time... Sign in to see full entry.

The smell of impending rain will remind me some day of the way you held me so tight that stormy night in the bay when our little anchored boat swayed back and forth with the storm's waves and how reflected in your eyes the lightning would shine as suddenly and brightly as it did in the sky time after time after time.... as if it came from within you I will hear the wind say your name some day as the sound and strength of a storm test my faith again and my eyes will fill with tears then, tears of... Sign in to see full entry.

Some early mornings… I dream you while walking under dying stars,… your feet are covered with sand, moist with dew. and I hear the murmur of the sea as you come near, so near I can see the empty half of you and know I belong there, but when I reach to touch your heart instead I find an echo the echo of the dreams that I forgot when I buried my wings so long ago to become the soil where other's dreams could grow. Je rêve vous sous des étoiles mourantes Parce que le soleil, triste, se cache de moi... Sign in to see full entry.

I would love to be able to find the secret passage to what once was mine so I could again behold the man you used to be for then I could dwell among the shadows of your mind oblivious of the cruel and destructive tides of time... but its too late, too late for me to reach what I could not keep, what was not meant to be... or perhaps not late but too soon, for there are other chances I am told other lives into which we will be born and again G-d willing love The murmurs of the forces of fate have... Sign in to see full entry.

You walk into the darkened study where I have been sitting, thinking of you... of me... of us... and standing up, I eagerly embrace a body that is, of the man I used to know, just a trace I kiss your cheek, so soft, so sunken and tasting tears I bury in your chest my face only to then look up, trying to make out your features in the dim light of the fireplace but finding only shadows in their place I hush with my lips the words that start to form in yours. and you smile... a sad, sexy, wanting... Sign in to see full entry.

Tell me, when the sun rises and soft colors displace the darkness of night, when light invades all, slowly filling the void that her absence had caused, do you forget that the stars are still there, just beyond that light and that they are shinning like before, like always, just as bright? And when the storm rages, and the rain writes mysterious messages on your window's glass, when thunder and lightning rush through your room hastening the beat of your heart, Do you forget that the sun is still... Sign in to see full entry.

Some day you will understand that like the wind, some things exist even if they are not seen And If in a cold winter night your frozen soul thaws warmed by the heat of a fire you thought was old, a fire you put out long ago when love went away and left you all alone, you'll understand then, that like river waters... some things are always leaving but never gone. Perhaps one day crossing a street you'll remember something you wanted, almost had, but could not keep. and you will understand,... Sign in to see full entry.

Its night in the city and many sleep, some trying to re-live... some to forget. Above the cloudy silence a bright moon casts its wide silvery net, hoping to catch in it the dreams of those who would still bet on the magic that moonbeams upon their hearts can weave. Within the never empty streets, alabaster buildings seem to glow while neon lights sadly upon them weep, but soon, the silver thread of the lunar net will brake up and all those whose dreams it had captured will wake up with nothing... Sign in to see full entry.

As a child, when Summer came, I often sat by the sea watching sunsets I could not reach, counting the clouds that were rushing away, and I remember always feeling the wind playfully tossing my hair As a teenager, I am almost embarrassed to say, I fell in love with a statue that sat in a park handsome and strong, standing always tall but always out of my touch and when on summer afternoons I would sadly sit in front of him in my bench, I remember only the wind was there to sweetly touch my face.... Sign in to see full entry.

Dad When I was little you were all to me, all I needed in my life to feel nice and safe, safe from that world that seemed so big, so big and scary to a little girl like me. You were so wise and big and s strong, strong enough to scare away my fears, silly fears that when it was dark sometimes, just sometimes, if you were not near, turned into sad and lonely tears, tears that always dried up when you magically appeared and gave me a kiss, a sweet kiss, just before I went to dream, and that made... Sign in to see full entry.

The sweet dark warmth of a forest at night with its many noises and its utter calm... If you lay on the floor and close your eyes you can feel the tremor of thousands of hearts near and far, all around, mixed in with the scents that the sun and the rain left behind. Laying there on the floor you hear strange sounds soft whispers and loud screams. things touch you and you lay very still for though you don't want to stay there, you know you will and there among the tall mighty trees where... Sign in to see full entry.

The day is over, the night begins... and the stars group together in the transparent dark 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 fragrant mango tree and I don't dare move, afraid of upsetting the perfect world before me. Sometimes, when we find beauty we are afraid to breathe and living falls second to our need to dream Sign in to see full entry.

Today I read the poems we wrote so long ago. It was like opening the door of a room closed for a long time to find the scent of past dreams floating inside, and I felt as if I were setting back the hands of a magic clock. bewitched by fate to mark only the hours I forgot, but remembering was sad... like the reflection of a star in a well and I found our love to be now so far... as far as heaven must seem to those dwelling in hell, that love that smiled when it was burning hot as if it didn't... Sign in to see full entry.