Saturday, November 19, 2011
Oh, Before I Forget
Suns, rainy days
Snows
Daisies, purple passions
Walks holding hands
Joy, tears, fears, hugs
Friends come and go
Oh, before I forget
Large mountains never ending skies
fingers in streams running cold
Tapestry of marigolds
Blue, gold, red and purple colors
Donkey-ear deer
Bald Eagles soar
Twelve thousand feet
Near the sky
Friends come and go
Oh, before I forget
Waves over starboard
Over stern
Tall masts tickling cotton feet
hanging from the sky
Crimson cheeks of morning skies
Seagull salient cries
Your head resting
Counting my heartbeats
Friends come and go
Oh, before I forget
tortillas rolled with sweat
Waft; frijoles, cilantro, onions, cumin
Mamasita then quietly leaves
Incessant tears, deep heart pain
Hugging, holding frequents
We've years with each other
Aging, time, not a friend
Friends come and go
Oh, before I forget
I love you
Did I forget something?
Oh, before I forget
I Love You
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Wandering, my Heart
Today, right now, at this moment
I’m wandering in the wanderings
of my heart
The journeys I’ve never taken
the steps I’ve never walked
but those I’ve always
wanted to
Listening to the sultry vocals
and piano prowess of Diana Krall
how the wind swirls
around the hills in Rio
where Jesus with open arms
watches over it’s rivers
and valley’s and ocean side
My wanderings take me
into a reverie
of the warm moist touch
her hand in mine
feeling the pulse of our hearts
beating in rhyme
Into the arms of Mother’s bosom
where not often enough
did she hold me
before she wandered onto
Heaven’s path
The ghost like fingers of the Sun
reach through my window pane
gently touch the nape of my neck
waking me from my wanderings
Nature’s soft awakening reminds me
of how life still abounds
dressed in flora and fauna
awaiting my embrace and gathering
of my future wanderings
But for this moment
I’ve escaped the
tears and pangs of
my Life’s disdains
I’m wandering in the wanderings
of my heart
The journeys I’ve never taken
the steps I’ve never walked
but those I’ve always
wanted to
Listening to the sultry vocals
and piano prowess of Diana Krall
how the wind swirls
around the hills in Rio
where Jesus with open arms
watches over it’s rivers
and valley’s and ocean side
My wanderings take me
into a reverie
of the warm moist touch
her hand in mine
feeling the pulse of our hearts
beating in rhyme
Into the arms of Mother’s bosom
where not often enough
did she hold me
before she wandered onto
Heaven’s path
The ghost like fingers of the Sun
reach through my window pane
gently touch the nape of my neck
waking me from my wanderings
Nature’s soft awakening reminds me
of how life still abounds
dressed in flora and fauna
awaiting my embrace and gathering
of my future wanderings
But for this moment
I’ve escaped the
tears and pangs of
my Life’s disdains
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