Footprints
the wonder in your eyes that fine day
imprinting our feet a warm long trail
on a beach one sunset one wonderful may
holding tight and lost from a blowing misty gale
the mischief in your eyes when you softly whispered
those sweet words they still vibrates the smallest bones in me
softly throbs a place in me where a cherub’s arrow entered
we let waves poke our toes a game we played with the sea
. . .
today i walk this beach alone and cloaked for the lack of you
but every feeling of your warmth lay within me enshrined
this beach feels ever the same but lingers the lack of you
memories of our time together still runs fresh in my mind
oh see i cannot find our footprint trial by the sea
so magical in my memories they seemed to be
and this sea ever playful has run silent with shame
i know it did rub off our footprints it is to blame
Feeling Lighter
finally i will fly
i can touch for real
this blue sky
this feeling overwhelms
as i lay suspended
in limbo
emotions and memories
from a not so distant past
broken hearts and empty bottles
all those heavy worries
and forever saying sorries
blurs away when i close my eyes
this blue sky i float
lightens my sorrow
fades away my sorrow
this dream i dream
leaves no tomorrow
to wake up again
my dream will forever last
no more pain to bury
no more deviations from sober
this limbo takes me over
finally i will not fall
i can touch for real
this blue sky
this feeling overwhelms
sorrows shall disappear fast
my dream will forever last
written for prompt: Poets United Midnight Snack (005)
Fragile People
do you know why
we hold our wine in glass
transparent and open to see
while we sip gracefully
so we will admire the crimson liquid
the sweet blood we drained
from our mother the earth
her blood our wine we are blessed
why do we plant our flowers
in houses of glassy make
let grapevines do the embrace of lovers
open for all to see
so everyone will admire the love
written in every petal and embrace
so we can see the wildest of nature
thrive in our ever changing world
do we ever imagine we are glass people
with hearts of glass so fragile
we live in shining glasshouses
flowing open for everyone to see
so we will forever
get open love we ever crave
and handled with the care
fragile things deserve
this is my entry for: The Thursday Think Tank #66 – Glass Houses.
Window To Old Times
when i was younger
i sat by my window
dreaming of sights yonder
shaded by a cooling shadow
of an oak planted long ago
i saw the children play
that sweet boy from the hillside
play ball with friends from below
on a bicycle that beauty their teacher
rides on her way to school
and i saw the old folks gossip
about minute matters
they all brought a smile
and sweet memories to last
times does change so fast
in a moment it shatters
now every morning i open my eyes
the window to my old soul
then i open my cracked window
by that shady oak tree
i linger there wondering
where did the children go
where is their teacher now
does the city treat them kindly
i dearly wish so
this is my entry for Poets United Thursday Think Tank 65: Windows. the first time i’m doing so.
To Fly Without Wings
i woke one autumn morning
a crispy golden feeling
in the air a new dawn flows
and by my window wind blows
trees sway bare with leaves falling
on crystal water sending ripples
sparkling drops splatter around
distorting a mirror of sky above
i look up at the autumn sky
tiny speckles are moving away
in a file of dots further away
i do realize what i do see
swans are finally flying high
i was bound to fly i do agree
if only i had grown wings
that favor was not gifted to me
but i am not sad even a tad
a gift born out of the kernel
is snuggled safe and warm
by me is my love so eternal
springs are for love newborn
nourished in summer days
in autumns when the leaves fall
love grows strong cozy and warm
i look at this spreading field
coated in endless auburn leaves
rustling playfully to wind they yield
i guess the earth feels warm tonight
in its coat of auburn leaves
beside me is my gift my love
my beauty my wings of freedom
the only crowned one in my kingdom
in this new dawn of autumn
i relish every feeling golden
when wind echoes in playful blows
and come up knocking at my door
for wings i don’t crave anymore
because my love makes me believe
i can trace the path a leaf weave
i can fly higher without wings
Winter Moon
look down at me winter moon so blue
these auburn forests dare hide thee
so look from behind their rustling twigs
come back enshroud me in your magic
we made hay in the autumn
our barns are full thanks good fortune
those fields we toiled are now bare
our frozen lake is now crystal clear
my barn is warm but my soul is cold
so with emptiness i tread this land
violin in hand and a tune in heart
to spend a lonely night by the lake
i like how it mirrors your silvery hair
and etched within ice is your smile
my forever childish soul does care
about winters long ago past
oh my moon how so fast
this emptiness shroud my soul
these shadows cloud my mind
with frozen tears i look at your sky
with heaviness i set my violin to chin
and i will strum this saddening melody
that i can’t play at harvest nights
oh winter moon so blue
come back to earth
my violin tugs for you
come back to earth
my strings tugs for you
so again let us play on ice
let me connect eye to eye
for a kiss oh i can’t reach
beauty oh why so shy
dear you are so high
Chained
when sweet darkness gives way
we toil on an endless highway
this land tears apart every day
the flesh of our weary hearts
giving way to a new deception
fakers abound new lies are born
in silence thus strangely adorned
angel wings cry torn and chained
this brazen soil pours oil
we swim in our daily toil
our wings are chained
we are restrained
an open highway we yearn for
in name of humanity to die for
freedom chained to stone
in fire our flesh deeply burns
reminiscence become so deary
please have mercy oh almighty
grant us your holy water
towards salvation let us run away
Aurora (Stars Shall Sway)
slowly falls the raindrops
it’s heavenly hymn in the air
slowly she dances the dance
a mystery glows in her hair
when moonlight shines abound
she frolics around the wolves
she paints her pictures
from hues of northern lights
from her lantern of shimmering light
she makes the colors shine bright
then with lithe strokes she paints
in vivid details these endless nights
when she is one with the moonlight
she dances around the milky way
singing an ancient melody
to make those stars sway
slowly falls the raindrops
in her fairy brush strokes
these ebony nights dissolve
into endless starry hues
when nature sleeps safe and sound
awake she works her dancing magic
hiding from behind silky clouds
stars she painted are smiling
set in colors by this ancient melody
silvery drops falls from her ivory frame
from her pale hands and warmly gaze
fragile webs of destiny she weaves
where speed and beauty entwines
dance is the name of the game
in her ancient melody
those stars shall sway
The Beach Run
i want to run with you like a feather
hands clasped tightly together
these countless beaches shall inspire
words of love just set in your name
your sweet looks from the corner
of your eyes i shall cherish forever
footsteps in the sandy beaches
i love the sight of our winding ways
though they get washed the sea
love it because it’s by you and me
when darkness give way to light
i want to watch the sun rise
bask it it’s heavenly glory
with you by my side
my beating heart ever wants you near
i love my dream with no sadness or fear
forever is the word i want to whisper
forever i will be yours
beauty you are eternally sweet
every glance at me shall shrink deep
in to my heart which is fine
because forever you shall be mine
you are my guiding light
the only candle by my side
you are the stars i hide my pocket
my feelings flowing from every socket
is etched with your name
love shall be forever same
Phoenix Rises
one day i shall give way
one day shall be my end
nothing will forever last
the end it comes so fast
one day i shall give way
fire turns to ashes come the day
embers shall dress this night sky
again for the final time i will fly
. . .
when embers dress this night sky
when falling ashes turn to dust
from those ashes shall i rise
a new flame will be in my eyes
i will fly again shining bright
glide between snowy mountains high
in flames i shall set my path alight
inspire thousands with flaming might
as ancient embers fade
old dreams shall wane
when the phoenix rise
new dreams will arise
Aquamarine
to a faraway fantasy
to my island beyond
waters soundly blue
take me with you
take me in your wings
to my home of solitude
while i dream of lands yonder
wide eyes awake in wonder
make me fly higher
let me feel lighter
i want to forget
all my troubles
and all my fears
i want to snuggle and cuddle
to whisper sweetness
in my dream of solitude
let my fantasy fly
towards new dreams
to set my eye
i want my ecstasy cry
for dreams of more
make me imagine further
about lands yonder
make me fly higher
let me feel lighter
Heaven Can Wait
there is beauty within
places near and far away
those so tiny and those so mighty
in every corner dark and alight
every smile and tear
sets into love so dear
i love to sing a lullaby
in this moonlight
counting stars and smiles
wait for my dream to set
in this starry night
let my princess of hearts
whisper softly and caress my hair
i love to bask in the sun
with my dearest
till this tan is done
in all things blue and green
i look for sky and grass
this garden of my life
is where i have always been
i look for faraway mountains
look back her starry glances
would love to imagine
that my beauty dances
to my flute by the fountains
my heart beat countless
beats my love so boundless
i watch every dusky evening
heaven is alive in my abode
on this moist dreamy earth
my love takes me higher
i desire for no rebirth
nor any awakening
from this endless dreaming
Confidence
Confidence . . . It’s word that doesn’t come up much to my conscious world these days, maybe it’s buried deep within my subconscious clashing around with those horrid, weird dynamics Freud seemed to explain with such clarity that even a dog would understand, well not me. My confidence is buried, maybe even deeper into my unconscious that I don’t even feel for it’s existence. How pitiful when you find yourself unable to look at a person in the eyes, when you lose your general swagger which accompanies your speech, in fact your speech is now staggering blabbering muttering incomprehensible and repetitive. You had lost all your sense of achievement and no longer feel the urge to survive competition. There is a sense of failure. You had given up.
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