filtered...

 from the rich world
the sounds of high misery
overwhelming weight of the pursuits of pleasures
from the poor world
where roars of empty stomachs fill nights,
in numbers like a wall of stars
where the sounds of children
in laughter or tears might fill the ears,
aspirations of life flicker
a candle in a storm

yet as we pierce the wall of wailing
filter the agony of unfulfilled greed
to listen to the dear breath of need; we find...
an awesome silence

silent

I left a smile in a yesterday
a piece of happiness sown in time;
a seed sprung in fertile heart.
I was dragged away by ceaseless waves
into a wait for tomorrow
that makes an ache in darkness.
Deep night when moonbeams begin
an endless journey from sky to eye,
remembered touch to wished-for touch;
silent because they too know
the deep glow of beauty
and the emptiness of lost lights.

canção das estrelas ( song of the stars)

(ouvir as estrelas)

listen to the stars
they sing in a windy voice
like sideways rain,
like blown sand  on window
listen
to the light of the moon
for in stillness near you
it tingles my lips 
and whispers -ever slightly-
upon the softness of your skin 

Ouvi…

I have listened…

in the chill of night

when warmth seemed distant

like love made in the afternoon

and the long way home

seemed yet longer, until I could

 listen to the sounds within you

beautiful like star song, warm

even in depths of night

as the Moon, that shares

love of loving, as I do

when I held you  then

as I wish to now, deeply

as the endless skies, tenderly 

as the sound like a sideways rain

that drifts from the soul of the Sun