The Poinciana Tree

As the seasons pass through the years, And with the clouds the thunder flees; I can look up through the tears, And there stands the Poinciana tree. The red cardinal and blue jays, The doves and crows flew to it, A shelter at night, a place to stay, They are welcomed by it. The fall takes its leaves, Coloring the ground in green, The spring in coral weaves it, The flowers bloom to be seen. To the top the squirrel climbs, Looking for the long seedpods, A meal in the tallest limbs, As the Poinciana quietly nods.

Strong winds sweeping thoughts, long forgotten, long dormant, Swirling them back to the conscious mind, to the grasp of the hand, Where their visibility invites attention, begs for it, and claims it. Friendship ties resisting the elements, the ravishing storms, Hiking high over the mountains, and falling down on the valleys, Seeking to retain the laughter, dry the tears and move over the pain. Feeling the warmth of the human touch, pushing through so much, The heart catches fire, intensifies the search, through the sands of time, And illuminates the mind, reaches out, and follows the signs. KS

In the palm of my hand I held my soul,
My struggles, my faith, the new, the old.
My life, my past, seen in black and white,
The future approaching under hope's light.
The love I was bold enough to share,
Forgiveness I gave and forgiveness I begged.

To the day I open the windows of my heart,
To the rain I open all the windows,
Let it wash down my doubts,
Cleanse me of all my sorrows.

Let me open my heart once again,
Let the drops fill all my senses.
And as it runs down my skin,
The regrets in the air condenses.

Farewell

So you left, quietly, softly.
I thought we had more time,
And I wasted it, mindlessly,
And the loss was mine, all mine.

Slowly the night came,
And I felt the cold wind.
I paused, whispered your name,
You almost answered, it seemed.

You said you would, and I could,
But I did not pay attention.
The little bird flew to the woods,
Not a single word was mentioned.

Now I walk again, but not alone,
Not abandoned in the dark,
The memories are strong,
And I carry them in my heart.

Up the Stream

One step and just one more, under the sun and the rain,
The days filled with promises, on the path less taken.
And daring to dream, and daring to dream,
Going through the woods and up the stream.

Wiping the sweat, looking up, very quietly,
When the path is too steep, breathing faintly,
And daring to dream, and daring to dream,
Going through the woods and up the stream.

The burning sun crossing the bright skies,
Still getting lost, determined is the blind,
And daring to dream, and daring to dream,
Going through the woods and up the stream.

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The quiet breeze touches the warm skin on a Sunday afternoon,
The happy sounds of childhood by the children running.
From the earth fills the air the smell of wet soil, the monsoon.
And the birds are coming out again, even the little one, humming.

From the clouds, now dissipating, rays of light break through;
It’s like hope, like the seed germinating after the drought.
And there it is, to affirm a new beginning, the rainbow,
And the heart beats as the senses are aroused, reborn.

And I feel the quiet yearning for your smile, your lips,
The smile that dries my tears, and embraces my soul.
The yearning for your voice, the tenderness it brings,
That makes me feel what only you would know.

And the colors of the rainbow bring joy to my day,
The hurt and pain dissipating with the rain,
The light of your eyes making to mine its way,
To let go of this sadness and be with you again.