December 16, 2016

Winter Dust

Winter dust in my eyes,
don’t know how time flies.

A few winters ago,
you were here,
so near.
I could smell the fragrance,
of your hair.

You left your footprints,
on my heart,
frozen in snow,
they refuse to depart.

I wait for the spring,
to see your smile,
a long journey of time,
has to take this heart of mine.

Winter dust in my eyes,
don’t know how time flies.

November 21, 2016

Sweet Winter

Ah! sweet winter,
here you come,
to take away old summer’s glum.

Ah! sweet winter,
lay your whites,
all around, lows and heights.

Ah! sweet winter,
trees stand barren,
accepting their present,
holding together seeds of passion.
Ah! sweet winter.

October 4, 2016

Sweet-Bitter Autumn

Autumn now reigns,
the heart of earth,
with joy and mirth.

Flowery fragrance in the air,
colours toddle here and there.

But, on other side of this life,
there’s much loss and strife.

Falling leaves, falling fruits,
decay and dry,
with a promise to,
rejuvenate and fly.

October 3, 2016

Let It Burn

Everytime you cry,
something within me dies,
your loneliness, your pain,
is part of my heart’s terrain.

Don’t be afraid to love again,
allow to burn love’s flame,
let me hold you in my arms,
and shower love charms.

Floating together to horizon,
we’ll see our love rising,
heaven will witness our pledge,
and we’ll find our own planet’s edge.

September 20, 2016

For the Woman of Substance

She is a woman,
made not of wax, but of fire,
in her eyes,
you can feel the burning ambitions and desires.

She has her own fears,
but, her attitude is crystal clear.

She progresses through her path,
boldly facing the worldly wrath.

Nothing can stop her, even if you want,
always remember,
she has a heart carved out of ember,
for she is a woman of substance.

August 26, 2016

Feed Me the Words

Oh! these words,
travel through the world.
A pilgrimage they make,
passing oceans, skies and lakes.

What panoramic scenes we know,
if words are not to flow.
                      a gamboling kitten,
                      a solitary lighthouse,
                      a volery of birds.

What paradisiac nature we see,
if words are not set free.
                       the auriferous sun,  
                       the fluvial contours,
                       the humongous hills.

Words are what - the mirabilia of this world.
So, feed me the words. 

July 12, 2016

Song of the Lonely Whale

In the vast blue
he swims aloof
his songs no one can hear
the pain is too much to bear
unique in this whole wide world
far off from emotions he’s hurled
deep in oceanic glen and glades
song of the lonely whale.