you are of

you are of what is deep inside the earth,
darkness and the tiny life that thrives
between the high sun and fires below
where pregnant seeds to flowers turn

you are of what is high within the skies
lightness and the life that sacred thrives
between black holes and starless space
the light that ever blooms the human race

On Praise

there is no life when people immediately give you praise,
for you have given them what they imagine they desire,
not the good for which they think their desire impossible;
it is the impossibly good in which true love become possible,
where every truth is a seed that gives sunlight to the hidden;
but good things take time and love to root and to finally grow,
and once grown, they will transform into another direction;
you would all be wise to follow wherever they might lead;
while praise only wants to be a possession for the appraiser
cutting the beautiful flower dead as keepsake for its lovers.

Heaven on Earth

there is heaven on earth inside your heart’s desire
of the waves that breathe up in order to come down
the rhythm and dance between the silence and sound
the flame of true love that burns when it’s found;
for our love here is no shooting star ready to die
nor is it an interest to be gone by morning time;
no, we are forever, infinity between us binding
you I, lost in mind, blood of ocean, waters of fire.

Carpe Diem

 carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.

seize the day, and as little as possible put faith in the future.

Horace, Odes 1.11

let your ripened fruit fall far from the tree,
or gently pluck it by your timely decree;
enjoy this day before the sun folds its rays
and gives all his light to earth for decay;
for sweetness in abandon is quick to spoil
falling to disgrace from which time recoils
to dig a grave that poor memories want to fill
where flies consume what’s now past its due.

Heaven of Love

when you connect with another,
as a river connects with a sea
or as one sea flows into another,
you are not just forging a bond
between the other and yourself,
you’re expanding the great universe,
a heaven of love and human being.

Love’s Not a Fragile Thing

We’re taught that love’s a fragile thing seeming
that changes direction with the slightest breezing;
that love’s a sister of pain, an enemy of pride;
that love’s a deepest desire forever denied.

but these are the wicked lies of a god of envy,
luring us from bliss with false apples of plenty,
lies hissed by tyrants for dissuading mankind
from the will of love, from who they are inside.

Shattered Mirror

When I wrote for you a poem,
I was surprised to see my love
in a mirror yet to be shattered
reflecting what was you was me.
Yet since that sad goodbye day
when we went our separate ways
when the mirror felled scattered,
I’ve searched wide and far between
for pieces of our sweet memories
to see ourselves smile once again;
our lower notes with the very high,
whiter colors with the blacker dyes
never ceasing this my lonely seeking
for our fragmented reminders who
when together manifest our desires.

Torrent of Love

Sunshine doesn’t chase the raining clouds away;
no, it comforts tears with hopes of better days;
and higher tides kindly hold the hands of the low
Look! If they are in pain, that is all they know;
night looking forward to eternal night of sorrows;
this is the agony of souls, fearful tiny sparrows.
Do you wish them the music of their quivering beaks?
Why not instead give them your pure sunlight sweet
streaming as rainbows stream past wings of a dove,
transforming their torment in your torrent of love?

Where My Soul Song Can Sigh

how long have I been carrying this world?
I cannot know answers that I’ve never heard
but it seems like it began lifetimes ago.

for I have created its art with my struggles,
the woes of those who similar have suffered
friends who enjoy the agony that’s my mother.

yet by this heaviness my arms are now giving,
all the universe is tumbling to its sinking
landing into those who in gravity will stay.

I cannot remember the soul fragments felled
for I never saw the whole I once eagerly held
eyes never seeing truth, by salty tears swelled

but now I’ve lost all my effort and my will
to advertise this my pain, to decorate my kills
so here I alone remain wondering, floating, still

being from where I imagine the monsters receding
light receiving whatever my dark ocean did hide
that I long to be where my soul song can sigh