in wonder

Sun low in the west

bright flame in clear sky

fills green treetops and sets aglow

all within squint pinched apertures.

Warm skin, cheeks reflect

like the sandy face of the Moon;

a lesser satellite to be sure,

I spin with a wide world.

Held inside, a universe

churns to the energy of a life:

as great or little as a thing can be.

Today within a moment lost, I watch me

as if a bubble on the sea-- its lightest hold

on water, air, and time--

and wonder  if it knows

the perils and beauty of its existence.

Private Link

I talked to Google about you

checked a box, to love someone.

Friend or Muse simply would not do,

I talked to Google about you

among online oaths, truth came through  

megabytes could outlive the Sun.

I talked to Google about you

checked a box… to love someone.

a ghost of August

in drifted snow

a small flower seemed to shiver

cast by wind and white

[I think it felt the grip of cold

and yet it reached for sun]

through the too short day

into evening as I passed a window

then it was in a near-full moon

and night winds that brushed petals.

One fell-a droplet of summer-

a ghost of August,

shed rain drop, red upon white cotton.

It did not shiver more

but leaned close to falling too

as if it knew, was time to rest in an easy bed

[as a seed speaks of winter]

as when

I lay my head on your breasts

and kissed your skin, once for passions

again for remembrance; to glow

in flowered nights and warm shivers, as winter

lay soft upon fallen petals of love

keep a nearby Moon

hear me

as you hear a distant storm

a thought that rises like heavy cloud

to bring the sea back to the seas

know me

as you understand the skin of the waters

in depths beyond sight, by hints of mystery

 find me in the place hopes go to die

fast in struggle- against all- to live

for I am ever near you

in thought and desire, like fires

of a distant sun that keep a nearby Moon

in warmth that reveals a timeless gift

love that will forever bear

my wish… to touch you

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