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.