asking, of Love

do you come from my heart

or do you reside in my soul,

for sometimes i feel you in

the depths of my gut and

inside every teardrop trickling

down my cheeks to my toes

if you are omnipresent do you  

feel pain, angst and sadness,

understand the hurtful absence

in the departure of love ones

and do you battle with the

evilness that is called hate

my ‘being’ senses that the

spirit of the universe is much

grander than even my imaginings,

that it encompasses that which i

know and that which i don’t, a

balance of all

and so if i can ask a favor, Love;

will you be my friend, my mentor,

be the conduit to understanding

from whence i came and from

whilst my journey will take me,

will you hold my hand?

remember my song

when i depart from this Earthly sojourn

will you remember me for the words i wrote

those which i spoke and that which i did,

for those who i chose to walk beside that

shared a common tone and some that didn’t,

the hugs and embraces, the gift of friendship?

shall my legacy withstand the scrutiny of your

memory of me whilst we became disheartened

with each other’s unfulfilled expectations, then

yielding angered words flung at each other

or will you remember the hearty laughs we

shared, the quiet tears and subtle smiles?

will you remember the music that i played on

my guitar, the songs i sang for me and for you,

the dances we danced, the holding of hands when

we walked along the river’s bend and sandy beeches

between our toes until the crimson Sun laid down 
to rest in the horizon, the Moon then smiled at us?

i know that wherever my soul resides in its next

abode and if by chance it maintains the mundane

spirit of memory, it will remember all this but

most of all it will recall that we bathed each other

in Love. soon our souls will be as one, again

marellano

thought i was healing

for a moment i thought i was healing

healing from the vitriol spewed by haters

i thought mine eyes would be given a respite

from the impoverishment they have witnessed

not just by the homeless and the hungry, but also

children left alone by heartless humans not just by

separation like caged animals but so too from bombs

though my tears have waned my heart still wanders

about lonely and in pain from continued uncaring

humans who only want more of this and that,

caring little for those who have much less

if anything at all and most unfortunate

that their souls are sad and lonely

and hearts are empty of Love