Warmth

The road is opening,
The sky is bright,
The sun is shining,
And love takes flight.

Sun warmth on my skin,
For your touch is aching,
Barriers are so thin,
Your love is claiming.

The arches of the bridges,
Crossing over rivers,
The softness of the ridges,
Welcoming shivers.

The sound of breathing,
Hair touch so slight,
The unknown venturing,
To a land of delight.

Light Shining Through

And then it opened before me, the possibilities, eternity.
The lost one I am thankful for, the memories.
Looking up from the dark dungeon, grasping into its walls,
Opening up to the light still coming through the clouds.
The sea ahead, the long distance to be sailed,
Surviving it all, broken, deceived, betrayed.
And again, the light comes shining through,
To what withstands time, to what is true.

As I look up from my sorrow,
And let the wind dry my tears,
I again see a tomorrow,
To the past, my hauting fears.

As I am willing to carry my cross
And step by step walk my path,
You offered me your support,
And made the weigth seem much less.

As the light comes shinning through
After a very cold, lonely night,
Our paths crossed when we were true,
And hope and joy stopped by.

Beyond today I cannot see,
Work on finding peace of mind.
But to feel the wind I'll allow me
For all things there is time.

Abandon Darkness

Shooting star in the sky,

Cruising the highway,

Heart flying high,

Not turning away.



The past is a shadow

I’m leaving behind.

Shackles put down,

Now sees the blind.



Moonlight shines,

Keeps me company;

The heart of mine

Beats strong and free.



Coming is the dawn

The sun’s first ray;

Darkness abandon,

Open to a new day.

Open Windows

How far would you go, how long would you wait,
Following your heart, still keeping your faith.
Through the coldest winter, the warmest summer,
With your heart beating in synchrony with the drummer.

How far would you drive, with the wind on your face,
Getting burned by the cold, to rest find no place.
As the birds fly when the season comes to migrate,
Will you persevere, will you defy and overcome fate.

And when heart has braved the weather and the elements,
Climbed the highest mountains and all the path’s torments,
Will still be open to love, will still be honest, sincere,
Or will to a reach out hand turn away and sneer.

And when suddenly joy comes knocking at your door,
Will you lift the weight that chains you to the floor?
Will you bravely open the windows of your heart,
And look with wonder to the possibilities of a new start?

Walking

Walking on the beach, sand between my toes,

Seashells well washed and gleaming in the sun,

Following the tiny footsteps of the seagulls,

To a world of dreams that with you begun.



Above me, the white clouds in the blue sky,

I see a little plane writing your name.

To the seagull I whisper and let it fly,

Holding the secret that keeps me sane.



To the water I went and let it wash my soul,

From questions that can never be asked.

Hope is a key that I securely hold,

That won’t let love out of my grasp.



And out of the water I came and felt

The soft breeze dancing on my skin,

Away taking the doubts once held,

Slowly awakening the fire within.

Untitled

If I could dare for just a day

To feel your touch on my face,

My eyes I would close in a daze,

Safely lost in your embrace.



If I could dare then I would

Feel your gentle lips on mine,

Let the fears be subdued,

Let love loose with a sigh.



In weakness strength find

To go back our separate ways;

After discovering love inside,

Can we keep it from the sun rays?...

After the Wind

The sun sets and slowly the dark comes,

With it all the fears that keeping away I try.

The memories and lies, all in one sum,

And the struggle to leave it all behind.



There’s a storm coming and it has my name,

Will it destroy or renew, it must be seen,

Will we walk further or stay the same,

For the day ahead and for you I keep aching...



The wind whips me with its gusts and sand,

The pain on the skin becomes the pain within.

Will the storm cease now on my command,

Will the answers reach me with the wind.



The season will again change with time,

The times will change when is season.

A storm will hit again this heart of mine,

And after the wind I’ll search for the reasons.

Battered

Remember the morning, when love came again?

I turned it away, afraid of the pain.

Remember the flower that bloomed and grew?

I let it die before it could heal.



Remember the joy that knocked on my door?

It turned and left, after waiting until four.

Remember the stars that we gazed upon?

Now the sky is all empty, they are all gone.



The one that wants to be reached must stand up

As the well by the rain is filled up.

Loving again requires courage and trust,

As it does scaring away old ghosts.



And then again and once again light will shine,

Like grape vines covering the soil once dried.

And from mud spat and grainy sand

Love will build up a battered man.

Churning Seas

Answers I sought in a cold, lonely night,

My heart freezing with the morning dew.

The dreams dispersed by the candle light,

As was the innocence of my youth.



The birds flew north for the summer,

And I was stuck in the same place.

Tried to hold on, to be saner,

Keeping all under the surface.



But it was summer, hurricane season,

And a storm came churning the sea.

The fierce winds had their reasons,

And my emotions churned for me to see.



Broken trees and broken promises,

That’s what is left to be dealt with.

The lessons learned, the ones missed-

The wind brought up from underneath.

Clock Ticking

The coat that I was wearing,

In the light autumn wind,

Was I really wearing it,

Or was it wearing me?



The clock that was ticking,

When the lights were dimmed,

Was the time really passing?

Or was it ticking in me?



The season that passed,

Taking love with it,

Was it you that I missed,

Or the love lost in me?

Condenses

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.

Road Clearing

When the night lingers on,

And the darkness is nagging,

I just need to hang on,

Until the sun comes shinning.



When the day is dreary,

Taking me nowhere,

You come like a fairy,

Making yours my affairs.



On my skin I feel the sun,

And yearn for your touch.

Your words keep me warm,

And loneliness in a hutch.



The road is opening ahead,

Clearing from the eyes’ mist.

What was left unsaid

Begs me to exist.

On My Journey

On my journey through the woods,

I know I shouldn’t but I would

Be involved by senseless fears,

That would trick my mind and ears.



On my journey through the river,

The icy water made me shiver;

Felt cold and was loosing strength

Could not even reach the river bend.



When I least expected a hand

Pulled me up to the river sand,

Helped me get a grip and stand up,

Quietly built a fire to warm me up.



The night came, the crescent moon,

But you stood by me, in the gloom.

Tenderness found lying on your chest,

Serenity put my fears to rest.

Hidden Compass

The November clouds,
Nights, days overcast.
Thoughts thought out loud,
Mind never rests.

The sailboat sailing
While the winds allow.
The albatross fishing
From north to south.

Changes in the soul,
Some come swiftly;
Though unknown,
Embrace them gently.

The heart has a compass
Hidden in the stars;
The past shall pass
So today starts.

Palm of my Hand

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.

Lives on the Sand

Lives leave tracks on the sand,
Soon washed out by the sea.
Only in the heart of a friend
Can our lives remain and be.
The words carried by the wind
Sending messages of hope,
Will they be extinguished
Or leave in the heart a note.
Nights of fear and solitude,
Days of questions unanswered,
Find in another kinder spirit
A lost prayer answered.
And another day rises,
With the same old sun;
And a love that surprises
Grows on a dried up land.

Dark Room

In a dark room I sat,
Only shadows around.
Hard questions I asked,
Heard back not one sound.

A little candle I held,
But had no fire to light it.
For another soul I yelled,
But none could be reached.

On my hands had my fate,
And no one else had the key.
Had to rise from a dark state,
Even when ahead could not see.

Lift my head, lift my heart,
And a little flame lit the room.
When I stepped up in the dark,
Light took over the gloom.

Flying to Outer Space

Running in circles, finding myself in the same place,
Trying to hide from your love, flying to outer space,
But eventually I need to come back for oxygen,
And in cyberspace find your sweet words again.

Can’t find my glasses, can’t find my heart,
Can’t remember the pedal to make this car start.
The solitude, the desert where I was dropped,
By being pushed away my heart almost stopped.

Dreaming of love I find myself once again,
After being grinded by little persistent grains of sand.
But torn I am between past and future,
Can’t find the present under the light fixture!

Wish I could hold your face and look you in the eyes,
Touch your hair and let roll the dice,
Lie with you on the grass, right under the trees,
Gaze at the clouds sailing with the breeze…

Seasoned Heart

The morning woke me with a ray of light,
And you filled my day with promises.
The expectations when your eyes met mine,
Fell short when contained in the premises.

I moved on, or worked on it for some time -
It was still hard not to think of you.
Repetition turns to habit and so I survived,
Yet sometimes I catch a case of the blues.

The clues of how I feel I lay around -
Little pieces of a broken glass.
Then I realize the still open wounds,
The need to recover and confess.

The morning woke me with a ray of light,
A baggage by the bed; a seasoned heart
Now opens carefully, guarding inside,
Before it agrees to a new start…

Keeping a Grip

My hands I dipped in sweet dreams,
In orange blossoms’ honey, my lips.
My head thought all sorts of things,
But on far ahead I kept a grip.

Some days bring me all things bitter,
And is hard to find in them a smile.
But I still look for all that is sweeter,
And try to hold them for a while.

My past sometimes sneaks up on me,
Brings back things that I should forget.
I know I’m made of my memories,
Some are good, and some I regret.

Still I try to look up each day I live,
Finding myself in this puzzle of life.
Learning to love and forgive,
To reach higher, I strive.

Windshield Skies

Gazing at the beautiful morning sky through the windshield,
While driving to drop kids around, a little moment of serenity.
The stressed out teacher must need for blood pressure her oatmeal,
And on the four lanes of I-95 everyone seems to be driving to eternity.

It’s good to get to work, get coffee, and attack the papers half a mile high,
It’s wonderful to be able to call the IT guys for all my computer issues.
I wish I hadn’t taken that phone call that ended up making me cry,
Now the mascara run and need to pretend allergies to get some tissues.

A crisis between not nations, but departments, needed some real diplomacy.
At the end of the work day I pray to be able to more strength still find,
To help with homework, cook, laugh and play with a sense of normalcy;
And gratitude I indeed feel when little hugs keep me from loosing my mind…

The years passing by our love

The years passing by our love, standing in a bus stop,
So many times forgotten there, waiting in the rain.
So many things lived through, planned, thought.
Sometimes words had a meaning, but spoken in vain.

Living day by day, night by night, and the absences;
With you one day, the others, just a lonely fight.
Waiting for the telephone to ring, a little suspense,
Unheard, untouched, forgotten in the night.

Memories still vivid, looking more distant every day.
As the laughter and lighter moments of the past.
Loosing the will to keep the fight for yesterday,
Watching you move through a broken glass.

The painful look at myself and my defeat,
The lost battles in our private battlefield.
What’s left after I laid my love at your feet,
And walk on vulnerable with a broken shield.

Flying from Here

For an angel I’m waiting,
To carry me on his wings.
I know he’ll be coming,
As I know the sparrow sings.

Today my angel I didn’t see,
But I saw a stranger passing by.
To any I should smile with glee,
For any could be the angel of a child.

Sun setting in the distance,
Of my angel I remembered.
Kindness I felt in an instant,
Thinking I heard wings fluttered.

I hope my angel comes for me,
To gently carry me home.
Because I want to fly from here,
But I don’t want to fly alone.

Day In, Day Out

The man worked in the field,
As he had worked day in and day out.
‘Till something stopped the windmill,
And everything came to a halt.

The man tried, the tractor wouldn’t start,
The sweat fell burning in his eyes,
Could feel the sun through the hat,
His tools, to fix they would not suffice.

Went home walking under the heat,
To check inside his coffee can.
Couldn’t avoid feeling defeat
When saw nothing but coins.

The woman came to him silently,
Dried his sweat and tears with her hand,
Poured him water carefully,
And by him sat with a plan.

Making pies with the apples sour,
Once in the fields for birds and cows,
She sold her pies in over three hours,
And went back to help as he plowed.

Filled with the crickets, came the night,
When everything else was calming down.
In bed they held each other tight,
And love was spoken without a sound.

Reaping of Contentment

The passing of the seasons,
The tides in their rhythm,
Those the sun obey,
These with the moon sway.

The dandelion blooms,
Never a moment too soon.
Finds its way when is time,
As the rosemary and thyme.

When the season is right,
And was overcome the plight,
The heart will also bloom,
When is time and is season.

Then sun and moon will agree,
When is time for love to be.
There will be no impediment,
For the reaping of contentment.

With Daisies, An Offering

On a simple wooden plate,
The love that was due,
With daisies decorated,
I offered it to you.

On a tree I climbed,
To hear sing the Cardinal.
And the song that I learned,
Was to you my sung vow.

To the ocean I went,
Swam hard all day,
So I could see you again,
And kiss you by the bay.

It was time for you to go,
And for me to say goodbye;
My love will not die, but grow,
As in the cold grows the edelweiss.

Flipping Through Romance

The thunder shakes the ground,
And lightening takes pictures of the earth.
The umbrella was not found,
The dog seems to give a smirk.

The rain is playing the drums,
Not all in unison, but loudly.
You say it ruins our plans,
I say, let’s play monopoly.

The lights go out, no more TV.
I am happy to just look at you.
You get upset, nothing to see,
And I can’t wait for the rainbow.

I’m holding a warm cup of tea,
You’re flipping through bills to pay.
I’m thinking of you and me,
And how long more can I wait…

Deepest Winter

In the deepest winter,
In the darkest night,
I heard a whisper,
A glimmer of light.

The answer sought after,
The thought unheard,
A touch came softer,
Along with a listener.

Starting the fall of pretenses,
Like clothes on the floor;
The long kept defenses,
The melting of the armor.

Shivers of delight,
A warm embrace,
A paradise sight,
An earthquake.

No Hair Spray

Today, just today, no hair spray:
I’m going to let my hair down,
Dare to let my guard down,
Let the dreams take me away.

Today only, I’ll walk barefoot:
I’ll kick old habits,
Go down the rapids,
And shoot some hoops.

I’ll sit to watch the birds,
I’ll lie down on the grass,
Some silliness I’ll confess,
And admit some quirks.

Then tomorrow back again
To high heals and pantyhose,
Press powder on the nose,
Catching the next train.

Rocks Weaved

A rocky trail I walked,
A rocky mountain I climbed.
And at the top of it I sat,
And as I did I wept.

The tears fell between the rocks,
Where I thought they were lost.
But the wind had brought seeds,
And flowers the rocks weaved.

With rocks I made my home,
In my cot I slept alone.
On rocks I wrote these verses,
Dried the tears with my tresses.

The flowers are spreading,
The cracks they are mending.
My verses, once all in grey,
Are now tinted in a wide array.

Grumpy

End of the day,
All is said and done.
The palm tree won't say
To whom victory belongs.

I suffer from miopia,
Can't see very well.
You believe in utopia,
Sets the clock by the bell.

My heart is still naive,
Velieves in happy endings.
Yours, joy sneers,
Box in the feelings.

Hidden by brunches
I find a path.
You still lean on crutches,
Looking at the past...

Abandonment

Barefoot on the sand,
Tingling on my toes,
Wind sweeping the land,
And all my past vows.

The waves inviting me,
To go out and swim.
Ahead I can’t see,
In the light that is dim.

The day is slowly fading,
There is no lighthouse.
In the ocean I’m floating,
And my senses arouse.

I’m slowly drifting away,
From familiar ground.
Staring at the milky way
A new path is found.

A Traveler I am

A traveler I am,
Through this world I go,
Destination unknown,
Joy and pain.

A traveler is a man,
Walking on sore feet,
Facing victory, defeat,
Again and again.

A traveler is a woman,
Making its own path,
The sweat, the laugh,
Mountains and plains.

A traveler in me,
Stumbling on hope,
Learning to cope,
Reaching the summit.

Dipped in sweet deams

My hands I dipped in sweet dreams,
In orange blossoms’ honey, my lips.
My head thought all sorts of things,
But on far ahead I kept a grip.

Some days bring me all things bitter,
And is hard to find in me a smile.
But I still look for all that is sweeter,
And try to hold them for a while.

My past sometimes sneaks up on me,
Bring back things that I should forget.
I know I’m made of my memories,
Some are good, and some I regret.

Still I try to look up each day I live,
Finding myself in this puzzle of life.
Most of it is learning to love and forgive,
To grow wings and learn to fly.

Change Course

The story of our love is imbedded in my brain,
Like the many seashells in the sand.
For many times I’ve looked at the moon,
As the soft light entered the room.

You seen oblivious to what you do to me,
The way you mess with the way I see.
The sunsets became more romantic,
And this busy life is a little less frantic.

Sometimes I wait for a little phone call,
And if not, feel symptoms of withdrawal.
Just one glass of wine makes me tipsy,
And your love frees me like a gipsy.

For your sweet kisses I still long for,
And the touch of your hands I adore.
So let me look right into your eyes,
And change the course of our lives…

Mute Shout

In a secret niche, a recondite place,
I stored the words that I heard.
The hurtful words, said on my face,
And the ones shout to the curb.

One day I felt tired and weary,
My shoulders heavy and painful.
The words I had heard in fury,
Were now weighing in my soul.

Looking in the mirror I could see
The effects of words in my life.
The ones I thought forgotten by me
Were still cutting as a knife.

I then decided to myself undress
Of hurt and sorrow, and dark cloaks.
These were all adding to my distress,
As I solely carried my heavy load.

So I stood, by me and myself,
The inner struggle, the mute shout.
The drops of rain I finally felt,
As I learned to undress alone in a crowd.

Just for Today

Just for today, I’ll ask you,
Travel through the distance,
The knots of this life undo,
Just hold me tight and dance.

Just for today, I want to see
Your smile and your eyes.
Feel the touch of you on me,
And to the stars gaze and sigh.

I ask heavens, just for today,
Let’s walk the same path,
Let me open my heart and say
All that I can on love’s behalf.

Between us only the wind,
The future a possible promise.
The past we won’t rewind,
Today we’ll reminisce…

Days Like This

The morning brought the rain today,
With a mix of dark blue clouds,
And sunshine spreading in rays,
With the rhythm of falling drops.

There’s no loneliness in days like this,
The children’s laughter the car filling.
The puddles they don’t want me to miss,
And through the day I go on singing.

I know challenges I’ll meet,
The day won’t go all smooth.
But the smile inside I’ll keep,
Even with the grumpy and aloof.

And when my working day is done,
I can turn off the computer and leave.
We’ll watch the sunset at home,
Peacefully enjoying the night’s breeze.

Hues of Blue

I’m painting my life in hues of blue,
In the blank canvas of today.
Every inch has memories of you,
And with the brush the hues I lay.

The tear drops mix with blue,
And I get the color of the sky.
The strokes paint my longing for you,
With the pain that won’t subside.

I wonder how heavens look like,
And wonder if you are alright.
I wish I could send hugs in a kite,
And warm you up at night.

I go on, painting my life with intent,
Your memories in every hue of blue.
I’m grateful for the time we spent,
My life blessed by the touch of you.

Heavens

Heavens, hear me today,
Harvest my tear drops,
Heal me from my dismay,
Help me rise from my loss.

Heavens, hear my cry,
I still long for them,
Their memory hold tight,
I still feel the pain.

Heavens, hear my cry,
Time was so short,
I still ask why,
Still no comfort.

Heavens, hear me now,
Take away all my tears
Can’t take no more sorrow,
Dark nights and fears.

Heavens, hear my plea,
With grace to endure,
Gratitude for the years,
Of hope be assured.

Hadn't Planned

The path that I have taken,
And the path that has taken me.
The steps that I’ve taken,
And the steps that have taken me.

The world that I have seeing,
And the world that has seeing me.
The wars that I have fought,
The fights that have faced me.

The tears that I’ve cried,
The cry that brought me tears.
The times that I tried,
The trials through the years.

All are now a part of me,
All that I have learned.
All have become me,
All that I hadn’t planned.

Almost

Senses pulled apart
Entangled and mangled
Near extinction of the heart
Swerving from reach
Untying defenses
Almost surrendering
Lament loss of chances.

A heart in a poem

My eyes never saw your face, only the words written.
My hands never touched yours, only the computer screen.
But when my heart was lonely, you offered shelter,
And through your words I believed it would get better.

In times of squandering thoughts and tumultuous feelings,
In the words of a poet I found a reason to keep dreaming.
In difficult times, through hardship and pain,
I somehow believed all this was not in vain.

The words of a poet gently touched my heart,
The way its soul was bared, when mine was not.
Sensibility took to write them, courage to share them,
And miles away a heart was seen in the form of a poem.

Peaceful Retreat

Sun shining through the Poinciana tree,
Painting drops of light on the ground.
My heart expands with the beauty I see,
The Poinciana flowers coloring the lawn.

The warm breeze of a late summer afternoon
Caresses my face and softens its lines.
There’s a bee zooming on a rose bloom,
The laws of gravity she careless defies.

The little lizards walk around, daring,
Eating ants nervously and other little things.
Unaware they are of the hawk staring,
And one it quickly grabs while flying.

The beat of my heart has slowed down,
The bee collected the nectar so sweet.
Nature once again has come around,
Giving me a peaceful retreat…

The Whisper Answered

The Whisper Answered

The scorching sun burning my skin,
Little mosquitoes, petty annoyances,
Daily chores of a weary being,
But love survived circumstances.

The bitter cold hitting fiercely,
Still a long way before is over.
Things come and pass easily,
But love came to take me further.

Betrayal I saw, hurt came in too,
And I thought I stood alone.
When feeling forgotten, subdued,
Love filled my heart, and home.

What was this love, so strong,
What was this that I forgot?
It was the hope to overcome,
The whisper answered by God.

Lives, Still

As I walk into our room, I look for any signs of you:
The book you didn’t finish, left on the night stand;
The flip flops that I gave you, almost new;
For the lonely nights I see no end.

At the dinner table, is just the kids and I.
All the home-made food we both prepared.
I listen to our children, talking out loud,
And remember the laughter we shared.

At the sofa I sit, looking at a picture frame -
You embracing the children, smiling.
Why did we loose each other – am I insane?
How I pictured tomorrow, slowly fading.

Now is quiet, and here I stand, alone.
The love that I have is sad, but lives, still.
I seek courage to be, when all is gone,
And again find joy to my heart fill.

Rainy Day

Rainy day, drops falling in puddles,
Looking further for the rainbow.
Snuggling with your love handles,
Under the spell of cupid’s arrow.

Rainy day makes me a recluse,
Don’t want to go out anymore.
Be my inspiration, my muse,
And do it again at half past four!

Rainy day, some cheese and wine,
And through the evening we go.
I don’t want to hear you whine,
Just enjoy and go with the flow.

It’s dark; we can’t see the moon,
Still rains, it will through the night.
I’m just here snuggling with you,
Contentment makes me… sigh.

At the Edge of Tomorrow

At the edge of tomorrow I sit,
Sifting thoughts in my mind.
Two strangers that meet,
Their lost hearts they find.

At the edge of tomorrow I weep,
Still holding on to yesterday.
Will I be able to let go of it,
Love again and fly away?

At the edge of tomorrow I stare,
Will I be strong, will I have faith?
Step into the unknown I dare,
Is better than just sit and… wait.

And tomorrow comes at last.
With chin up I look on its face.
I thought I could not go far,
But in distress I found grace.

Sing to me

Sing to me

Sing to me, little bird, sing to me,
Let your song fill my tired heart,
Sing again for a new day to start,
Sing out loud so I can hear.

When is morning, sing to me,
I want to hear you after dawn,
And again, after the storm,
Sing to me from the tree.

And when the sun is settling in,
With lively colors in the sky,
To hear you I’ll sit outside,
With joy through the evening.

Flame

Inside of me there’s a flame burning,
Flame that is ready to spread around.
This flame burns bright with feelings,
Burns with love that flows and abound.

Inside of me there’s a yearning,
For the so elusive human touch.
Love came where was missing,
Found when was searched.

Now when I’m left in the dark,
Inside myself I search again.
The cold that left me aghast
Was warmed by the flame.

The flame keeps warming my heart,
And love helps me understand.
When pain tears you apart,
Reach out and hold my hand.

The goodbye letter

It’s time. The train’s whistle is blowing, the smoke is rolling.
I am not sure yet about where will be my next stop, but is time.
This part of my journey is over, time to let go, and move on.
The good memories I’ll keep, very close to my heart. The bad ones, I’ll try to leave behind.
Without regrets, I can’t say. Always will think I could have done something differently, I could’ve done more. A sense of wrenching guilt remains.
Some things I expected to last forever. But I guess some parts of my journey are meant to be traveled alone. Some dreams of mine might be meant to be dreamt just by me, and by me only.
Behind me lays my history. Ahead, I expect new mountains to climb, and a new story to write.
The seasons have been changing, as have I. The gray hair is plentiful, but I wouldn’t go back. The season to be is now, and I feel ready to find my purpose.

Butterfly in the Garden

Softly was flying the butterfly in the garden,
For nectar she flew from one flower to another.
Her days were not may, that she had forgotten,
Wasting time was not something that mattered.

Her delicate wings paused and reflected light,
Enjoying the flowers, the moment she was living.
Every different color and petal were a delight,
Each different nectar was worth savoring.

Suddenly came a storm and a refuge she needed.
The rain drops fell hard on her light wings,
The wind was so fierce she felt besieged,
There was no place to go, not birds singing.

Then the rain subsided, the storm was gone.
A beautiful rainbow stroke with colors the sky.
When the butterfly felt most scared and alone,
She found the inner strength to endure and… fly.

The road and the toad

The road had a fork, a fork was in the road
In the middle of it I could see a toad.
Then I ask him, oh, toad, do you know,
Can you tell me the direction to go?

The toad took a moment looking at me,
Although with narrow eyes, hard to see.
“Oh, well, my dear, that’s hard to say.
I can’t really tell you the direction to take.”

Then the toad, with all his majestic poise,
Spoke to me with his low sounding voice:
“I can’t really tell you the direction to go,
It depends on the destination, you know.”

That simple thought caught me by surprise!
How could a toad so little be so wise?
Where I want to be, myself I should ask,
And that’s, really, my prominent task!

Gone moment

The morning was breaking, with the fresh touch of dew still on the leaves.
Birds already singing, waking up from their dreaming, woke him from his.
With heavy heart he looked over the empty bed, the quiet house, and breathed.
The monotonous routine once again, reminding him of what he missed.

Ready for work he was, and grabbed a coffee while looking at the paper.
Nothing on the first page was enough to hold his interest for long.
He looked at the other empty coffee mugs and thought of her,
The memories bringing back the pain of what was already gone.

Who could understand the reasons, or forgive what was said or unsaid.
Once a moment is gone, there is no sense in trying to relive it.
The way she worried about him, her sweet kiss, and he neglected that.
Now their time was gone, and he couldn’t come to terms with it.

The work was done mechanically; he could laugh at a joke or two.
He even wished more work, extend his hours - to go home he dreaded.
But eventually it was time, and the sun would be followed by the moon,
To which he would stare, wondering once more to where he was heading.

Walk with Me

Walk with me, my dear, I ask;
Not ahead of me: I’m no follower,
Nor behind, I’m no nagger.
But with me, down the path.

Walk with me, my dear, I ask;
I’m not sure about the future,
Neither am about the past.
Just let me draw you near.

Walk with me, my dear, I ask.
Though I’m not sure of the way,
May it not be your path or mine,
But let’s open our own trail.

And when evening arrives,
Let’s set our own little fire,
Let’s build again our lives,
On what our hearts aspire.

Life's little pleasures

A walk in the park, with and old dog and a puppy, and two happy children riding their bikes, one still in training wheels, but fast as a bolt.
Flowers blooming in the garden.
Good, dark chocolate.
Green wine (Portuguese vinho verde, light and bubbly).
An uninterrupted dinner, with a luscious salad.
Waking up without rushing to go anywhere, with time to savor coffee and read the newspaper – the comics being the best part of it, so I leave it for last, to finish on a high note.
Laughing with co-workers at lunchtime, in the agency’s kitchen, sharing food from different ethnic backgrounds.
Sitting outside with the neighbors at sunset, for a casual chat, while the children run and laugh, fall, cry, get up and keep on playing.
Going to the beach at the last two hours of the day, to enjoy the soft light on the water and the breeze on my face.
A hug, a kiss, and let’s live it at that.
Receiving a little sweet written note.
A night without TV.
Doing it all over again. 

May

May you be guided by the stars to you shown,
And not by the flickery lights of the past.
When sad memories drag your heart down,
Remember to let go and lift yourself up.

May you find comfort in the hug of a child,
And hear yourself laughing out loud.
When sorrow and regrets fill your mind,
Remember your blessings to count.

May you have a friend to listen to you,
To share letters, smiles and tears.
When your feet get heavy in your shoes,
May hope sing a song in your ears.

And when love comes knocking,
And you’re hesitant to open up,
May you see the star shining,
And let the light into your heart.

Sweetness on the Fingertips

The tenderness of a delicate touch,
The sweetness on the fingertips…
The feeling of love is such -
It’s like honey on the lips.

The harshness of the day is felt,
Unexpected thorns on a flower.
With the hurt one should not dwell,
To not acquire a taste for the sour.

But at the end of a long, hard day,
With the sun setting quietly,
All the burdens might go away
When one is embraced gently.

And when the thunder at night
Brings fears to the surface,
Be chased away they might
By the sweetness of an embrace.

Letting it Show

The rays of the sun spread across the fields,
The roads and highways across the city.
The brain works through what the heart feels,
And for where it can go there is no limit.

The sand can be carried away by the breeze,
As can the seeds of the fragile dandelion.
Matters that matter are spoken in a wheeze,
It might be difficult to see where they belong.

The seasons denote the passing of the time,
When the sun sets and where the wind blows,
The evolving of a human being sure is a sign
Of learning to honestly let the feelings show.

The winter comes, bringing the first frost,
All things frozen are tight and constricted.
But a heart feels like blooming at all costs,
Expanding beyond the pain once inflicted.

KBS, May 2009.

Dream Rider

Riding my dreams to their destiny
Feeling the wind, sometimes forceful,
I put my thoughts under scrutiny,
I need my mind to be peaceful.

Some feelings are so gentle, suave,
Others are wild, some are uneasy.
I’m tempted to hide in an enclave,
Before my feelings myself deceive.

I will ride again, and run free,
I’ll not be chained to the past.
I’ll survive and live carefree,
Still dream and pass the test.

KBS, April 2009.

Walk

Walk

Laying down under a tree on a sunny afternoon,
Raising my thoughts from a state of doom.
Lying to myself on quiet rainy night
I get distracted from following the light.

Looking back at my footsteps on the sand,
I lost track of the path to high land.
Could not see the way ahead of me,
Kept turning back in constant agony.

The waves erased all my footsteps -
Finally I saw no point in looking back.
I looked down to my sand covered feet
And shook it down with my agony.

I kept walking and the path I found again,
Did not stop for guilt, sorrow or pain.
The tears I wiped with the back of my hand,
And finally reached the green, high land.

KBS, April 2009.

Shooting Star

Shooting Star

Shooting star, I see you go far, and further taking my dreams.
The light of the sun is too bright, too strong for my timid hopes.
Only in the moonlight and the starlight I can open my eyes,
Look around, and find my way over the hills, down the slopes.

I can remember how your touch felt, how it made me melt.
I long for it, but feel trapped between dream and reality.
Was it a mistake, was I so wrong about what I felt?...
The way you were, the way I could see your fragility.

Time passes, and now I only see reflections of what it was.
I miss the past, dwell on old feelings and wish them back.
I question my actions, blame myself, my own old flaws.
Wanting to make a wish, I look for that shooting star.

KBS, April 2009.

Plumage change

There are subtle signs of change, unseeing maturing,
Outgrowing youth, like birds changing colors of feathers.
Some things are left behind when one is growing.
Snakes shed skin; man sheds attitudes, picks what matters.

Choosing beliefs and attitudes as if standing in a freeway,
So many passing, going fast in all directions.
One wishes to find its soul, to find the way,
But instead is lost in someone else’s reflections.

In a moment of enlightment the truth can be seen.
By friction with hardships and rose thorns,
One can shed and leave behind its old skin,
Learning new ways of dealing with old flaws.

KSB, March 2009.

Figuring it out

I wish I truly had all figured out:
Like what men want, besides that.
Sometimes I want to yell and shout,
But instead I quietly say, oh, crap.

I don’t always know what I want,
And I don’t have anything to prove.
I don’t mean to hurt when I’m blunt,
Still hope to be as gentle as a dove.

My middle name is not I’m sorry
And I surely have my bad days,
So don’t assume that I am boring.

But no matter how often I doubt,
I’ll still look to the stars and gaze,
And keep on trying to figure it out.

KBS, March 2009.

One Step

Morning breaking through the clouds of my strangest dreams,
The waking hours sifting through images of what it seems.
The time ticking in the clock is faster than my internal one,
And can’t understand the rush to be there and then… gone!

Hear the beats of the radio music, and out of the machinery,
With so much noise can’t find anything good in the scenery.
More concrete around reaches within and the heart hardens:
Instead of flourishing, I’m recoiling with life’s cadence.

Is this what I want? Is this what I’ve been striving for?
Or have I lost my way and can’t find my own north?
Need to quiet the merging noise and stop it all now.
Only to my own heart’s beat is worth to dance and fall.

Seems impossible sometimes to just move ahead your feet,
To make the turn that will take you above the defeat.
But all it takes to start the journey is one step, then another,
That will take you closer to your soul, sister, and brother.

KBS, February 2009.

Feels like Spring

I woke up to a beautiful morning,
In which you were by my side.
Every day feels like spring,
And by love and joy I abide.

The rambunctious stare at me,
Feeling obliterated by my joy.
What is so hard for them to see
Is that with love I won’t be coy.

The laughter comes spontaneously,
And is very hard to hold it back,
Even when I see envy or jealousy.

So I go, at each little flower gazing.
Feels like spring, be day or night,
And no storm to me can be fazing.

KBS, March 2009.

Sunset

Finally came that time of the day
When burdens and worries I can forget.
The birds are singing in one place,
All is settling down at sunset.

No rush to go to work or anywhere,
The children are happy in their quest
To laugh and play without a care,
Because we're together at sunset.

The years will come and go fast,
And somethings we'll surely forget.
But when I'll look back in the past,
I'll remember us and the sunsets.

KBS

Solitaire man, one more field to clear,
Sowing with his bare, callous hands,
And watering with his sweat and tears.

Looking for a gentle, loving touch,
Searched high and low for a woman,
Around him love wasn’t much.

The rain came and changed the season,
The dust settled and there she was,
Why or how, he could not find a reason.

Her hand he took, and she loved him,
And together they started working;
It was again the season for sowing.

KBS, February 2009

Contemplation

If is not integrity that guides your actions,
Then they are not worth taking.
If your life is lived without passion,
There’s something that went missing.

If your heart has hardened with age,
You’re letting life run through your fingers.
It’s better to be able to turn life’s pages,
Than relive sorrows and angers.

Every morning that the sun shines
Brings a renewed promise of hope.
Find time to think in quietness,
Sit in a porch, like the old folks.

There is something in contemplation:
When you look out to the fields and trees
They send your thoughts in motion,
And you might find the reasons to be…

Little Things

Storm pounding on the windows,
Wind swirling and sweeping deep.
Finding comfort on the pillows
While heart pounds and weeps.

Subsiding the wind and rain,
Your eyes suddenly meet mine.
When I thought I was insane,
You came when it was time.

The dark clouds are fewer,
A rainbow brings promise.
Joy I have when you’re near,
All little things are a bliss.

Now the breeze fills the air,
And the birds fly around.
To love again I will dare,
And be lifted off the ground.

KB, January 2009.

Fighting Thoughts

Thinking thoughts of him all day long,
And fighting them I try and must.
But as they keep coming back in a song,
I don’t know what feelings I should trust.

I look back and there’s so much in the past
History and memories can’t just forgotten be.
But as I try to move forward I’m aghast
That none is doing the work but me.

One standing in my path and another ahead,
One used to me, the other just a promise.
If I knew the next page would not be sad,
I would not fear what I would miss.

My heart is mine, but not my life:
I belong to the ones I love, my children.
For them I live and will sacrifice,
And bring sunshine from heaven.

KB, January 2009.

Left in a Limbo

Heart left in a limbo,
Cyberspace, notebook, myspace.
In life’s juggling act and jungle,
Love fell flat in its face.

Busy spouse, lover or friend,
Love once was a priority.
Now is just standing, a book end
After dream and reality.

The thirst for human touch,
The hunger for company.
Tenderness was not much,
Just a repetitive chant in a litany.


KB, January 2009.

The New Year

To enjoy the laughter of my children,
And be patient with them daily.
The yelling will be forbidden,
A light heart goes a long way.

To be the first to forgive and forget,
And be able not to keep scores.
Love my spouse without holding back,
Kissing is one of my favorite chores.

To not bend my character for no one,
And bring joy to work everyday.
Holding my head up and strong,
That’s my resolution for today.

To open my heart to my dear friends,
And shake the reservations of being me.
Sharing joy and tears, making amends,
Gracefully embracing the New Year!

KB, January 2009.

The morning on Monday

The morning on Monday caught him by surprise
He wasn’t ready for work, neither was for sunrise.
Too many things on his mind, matters of work, bills,
Matters of heart also, and the way she made him feel.

It’s very hard to wake up ready for a new week
When the issues from the last one are still at their peak.
You don’t feel ready, and wish you could stop the clock
And have time to figure out and sort all of your thoughts.

Feet taking people everywhere, also in buses, and cars,
And he wishing his had wings to take him to her arms.
The mere thought of her made him lighter, and he knew
Only the feeling of her touch could him renew.

KB
December 2008