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.