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.