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

a found feather

Above the sand

wind and gull cackles blend

sea spray rainbows, prisms in sunbeam glints

I squint into horizon, where sky blue melts

cloudy bands at the edge of the world.

In a taste of salt, memory of sand upon skin

mind lifts my spirit to hover, cupped wings

tilted to catch the solid seams of moving air-

a weightless metapoise: man into bird, wishes

dissolve bird into wind song.

Upon a current stream, a flow of deep desires

carried to a place near your lips,

to make a soft moist rush of air

touch your smile, just while

a feather falls near your feet

to catch your eye, and find … a memory.

rise...

 Even when I might become weary
yield to difficulty  a too steep climb
there is no rest, no pause to consider,
the place behind me...disappears.

Even when I might wish for yesterday
a time without challenge, conquered ground
there is none, only a next step- nothing granted-
in hourglass life every grain of sand
falls into contest, into a great divide
between what might be and what becomes.

Within a heart in search, a vision was found
on the face of a slow flowing stream, the Moon
made a flame upon water...and I keep it
as the glow of a distant face of love;
as I rise.