Hush

Hush, hush,
Hush the harsh words,
Intolerance, innuendos,
Presumptuous assumptions.

Hush, hush,
Loose the harness,
Let it be, free,
See that I am free.

Hush, hush,
The little baby cries,
The little baby craves,
The love that unties,
Sailing on the waves.

Hush, hush,
Listen the silence,
The words unspoken,
The raindrops cadence,
Finally the heart softens.

Leap

It’s about taking chances,

A leap of faith,

Over fear fences,

Towards your embrace.



It’s about the rhythm,

The beat of the heart,

Yours and mine in unison,

Caught by the same dart.



The shadows of the trees,

Spreading in the night,

Nothing in between,

Only you and I.



And the light in your eyes,

The love and tenderness,

The life that rises

From the deepest darkness.

The Rider

How in the middle of the road I found myself,

Kissing the asphalt albeit the helmet shell,

A ride home on a rainy day, at rush hour,

Turned something sweet into sour.



The seconds count, the faces I could not see.

After tumbling down the road to recovery,

The world came crushing down, painfully,

And the wind spreading the fire in me.



The heavy crutches I already left behind,

The love felt lifted this broken peace of mind.

Announcers of doom keep playing their drums,

I’m still turned on when I hear the engine hums.



The sun shines on the chrome, morning again.

I miss the wind, as an old, dear friend,

That revived the flame that was dying in me,

And opened the road to the daring to be…

What is in Your Eyes

What is it that I see in your eyes?

Is it the image of daffodils’ fields,

In a lazy summer afternoon?

Or is it the dreams disguised

By the hazy rays of the moon?



What is it that I see in your eyes,

That not even a poet can express?

Must be the feelings I always felt,

Forever burning in this heart of mine,

Waiting for resistance to be melted.



What is that whisper in your lips,

That makes me wonder in anguish?

Are those words true to your eyes,

That makes me want every letter sip,

Like a love potion to this heart of mine?



And as I get lost in your eyes,

In all its tales of sadness and joy,

I contemplate what is all so true,

The pages turned in our lives,

The path opened for me and you!...

Whistle with the Birds

Soft morning pouring through the blinders
Inviting to embrace a brand new day.
After a night of questions unanswered,
The birds came again to play.

A battered body can heal,
Maybe better than a spirit would.
Each step is like climbing a hill,
A climb not meant for the fool.

The sun throws reflexes on the wall,
Teasing you to come and play too.
Smile over the pain and sorrow,
Whistle with the birds a little tune…

And the beauty of the morning
Poured slowly through my heart -
As I smelled the coffee brewing,
The last twinkle of the morning star.

picture by Michelle Vogt

Through the night

The music was playing, the rhythm made her move,

The rays of the moon hitting the bird bath,

The fire pit spitting sparks in the air,

The joy inside came out to play,

Body and soul moving in the same direction

Feeling the love and letting it out,

Love once abandoned, wondering alone,

Now enticed by the rhythm in the music

By the warmth in the body and the free mind,

And the dance took her through the night,

And night took her till the dawn,

And love kept her from loosing her sight.