Monthly Archives: November 2010
speak to me memory
speak to me memory the language of seagulls
behind the hills behind the sweating sight
beds of sand tatooed by sudden wind
curved and open crevices particles of the skin of earth
with snake linear language
where the path into the cliff blue turns white foaming
air seeped through the stones ethereal as moans of this dry land
disconnected lay dormant following the wind of others
elevated lyrical images
of islands in high sea half to light half to gray _darkness
strains of memories
wave rolling wave to become equal in motion… in distance
into my mind to capture the essence
aqua choreography
the barren chest of isles producing depth not seen
by my sweeping cantos of self unity
sounds magical lured by the cardiac tunes
murmuring the language of skin and love songs
speak to me speak to me memory the language of seagulls
notes on serenity
Intermezzo
listening to your wind
in your bedouvin eyes
brightness falls
and i retreat to my shades of abstruction
and like a deer frosen by the earlier beam ob light
i wait for your next move your next bloom
in the dessert of my life
as a rage of the one that loves you
passions and whispers into the ever dream
you are a dark petal winter rose
in my dark rooms listening to your wind
Meteor Shower
She watched, paralyzed and numb
as a thousand stars hit the ground
with a sound only she could hear.
The world became dark —
for how long, she cannot
remember.
Yet, a spark remained, which
grew into a glimmer of hope,
that lit up the night sky.
This —
a new beginning, with eyes
to the future, where dreams
forever press forward.