life's reflection

there’s love inside these eyes

they look and observe without judgment
a smile evinces when they squint
forces my mouth to reflect the same

deep Inside these eyes there’s a soul that’s

howling like a wolf saying goodnight
like a dolphin soaring over its abode
slaying the waves waving at the moon

a wrinkle has appeared where before
it wasn’t, right at the edges of my eyes
it appears showing that smile of earlier
whilst observing two lovers stroll the beach

my nose flares usually from disdain

when children cry alone for no one else
is home and the cupboards they are bare
and too many just don’t care

grey hair, now, have taken the place

where once  midnight black that in the sun
would sheen with reddish tint
along with youthful muscles taught
before the curse of age came so wrought

in this reflection deep inside these

soulful eyes there’s love wishing to be
shared with all that lives inside this
mirror even though it is said…
‘love tethers one to this world’
then let it be so because this is
all this reflection knows  

 

within my grasp

i thought that I had finally learned

how to hold a flower in my hand
without breaking its stem,
just appreciating its  beauty

for so long I had walked by

these patches of wondrous growth
and I would wince shyly at them
and walk right by

before I knew of their aesthetics

how to smell their lavender or sweet
lemon waft, realize how they paint the
landscape of Mother Nature with lovely colors

i would walk on by and sometimes

trample on them just because they were there
they felt soft, selfishly, underneath my bare feet
without the care that they might
be feeling my destructive apathy

but no one ever told me of their beauty

how to grasp them gently and caress
the uplifting spirit inside them, how they
can entice my soul with joy

when next I did notice the wonderment

of a yellow pedal with white center flower
i plucked it from the ground knowing
i would have to water it and share it
with the sun so that it would live

for a while we enjoyed each others

morning and evening smiles but after
a while I forgot to change its water
and it became shaded away from the sun
i ignored it because of other life distractions
it wilted and died and my soul with it

i had finally learned to love but became

complacent and so what should have lasted
forever dissipated into that emptiness I
had felt for so long before

it was in my grasp and I let it die

my Abril

Abril, the month when my heart

started beating where I inhaled
the breath of this World
giving me a gift called life

conceived in a warm Mexican

month probably in August
near a playa where a gothic
cathedral’s steeple blocks the
silhouette of mountain tops

my journey in this path

has brought me to this moment
dressed in the garb the seasons,
the years have cloaked me in

the suns have darken my skin

moons have glistened my eyes
what my hands have held
arms have embraced and
my lips have kissed is who
I am today

my eyes have seen the sweetness

of Spring and shed tears in the dark
and cold not just of Mother Nature’s
bold portentous moods but of Man’s
fickle hearts and souls  

here today my birthday month of Abril

the smile of Spring appears
and its showers of joyous tears
behold the warmth of my heart
I give to you today, my love,
in the longevity of my years