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.

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.