Saturday, August 26, 2017

oh Luna, in my heart at night

oh Luna in my heart at night
i hear your face is sometimes small
and round sometimes large and cloudy
and sometimeswith a smile and bright

sometimes you change your colors
with the makeup on your face
you go sometimes without it
and then you dress up in
orange-yellow in the dusk of night

there have been songs i’ve heard
written for you and about you, some
melancholy though many are of love,
when two walk hand in hand on grassy
knolls and watch you smile at them

i’ve read, in brail, poems written of you
by Shakespeare, Keats and Shelley, of how 
you make ebb and rise the ocean’s tides,
how you touch the mountain tops by day
and light the sky, at night your beams kiss
the sea and silhouette flights of osprey

i wish that maybe just once i could see the
beauty you bestow upon those eyes that can
see, your breathtaking reflection you mirror
upon the beds of Sea

in my next journey, i need no longer imagine
but actually see you kissing the Universe’s sea
and in that light what mundane heart is left in me,
love poems and songs written, will set me free

marellano

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

wherefore are thee, love

Love is a vagabond
it is transient and a drifter
may be present one moment
then journeys elsewhere
but always present somewhere

the bounds of its presence
can be intense and blinding
but by its absence, so too,
can it be scathingly brutal

in Life, Love must be present
if not, Life will not thrive for in 
the absence of Love, its warmth
and nurturing, it's giving and sharing,   
it is the nutriment of Life

sometimes Love is seen from afar,
can be heard, its scent smelled but may
not be felt because of its distant vicinity,
too far from the reaches of the heart
and not accessible to its embrace

Love need not have words, unlike
hate which must be learned, Love’s
essence is of universal vibrations
that is manifest in the sunflower that
raises its petals to feel the morning Sun,
the river flowing into the arms of the sea,
the rain when it bathes the Earth, the Tree
then wanting to grow like the Mountain
that kisses the sky and the Wolf when it
howls at the Moon, the Eagle’s screech
whilst soaring in the face of the Sun

all this is of Love without words