in the small hours
underneath
Candlelight's waver, and
in between Heron's gorgeous squawk
and starlight whispers,
I find you
again.
right here,
so close
to me.
so I slip back,
hurtling gently once more
into the depths of our love.
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still waiting
if only the darkness could feel
this silence...
but perhaps
so much fear, and loneliness, and
hope
live here
because Shadow knows
too well
the doubts and demons which float
among
the other things.
mais ventos
wild & glorious,
powerful and
beautifully wicked in her fury.
yet in surrender,
I find serenity,
and yearn for more.
ventos da ria
swirling histories collide
twixt
mist
and
stone
a thousand souls
wander
below,
seeking purchase
in dreams, hoping
to return...
to return to,
what never will be
so perhaps
my dear,
we shall meet anon,
ere the moon escapes
us
once more
O verão em Navais
O verão em Navais
O vento sopra
fortemente
e o verão escorrega para fora.
real, só porque de um fio de memória
de uns dias com algumas libélulas –
e um, com um pirilampo também
Nestes tempos nao estao certezas
mas ainda
ha milagres
entre os momentos,
e movimentos
dos nossas vidas.
momentos de paz
momentos,
quando o futura não está a vir.
Enviando um abraco,
e espero que encontrares um,
ou dois,
momentos como isto.
summer passes, and other things too….
dragonfly
blows dry the morning
dew,
wings a-buzz
with the thick call of summer.
swallow
slips graceful
o’er cool evening breeze
through sunlit shimmer,
to slice
the corners of the wind.
and here,
twixt verdant moments
we wait patiently
for yesterday
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moon fire
becalmed
amongst a sea of starlight,
expectant souls whisper
and wonder
at Her stolen glory,
as she casts cold comfort upon
the hopeful and weary.
and here,
where dreams seek
succour from the dreamer,
and magic
bows low
to the profanity of the night,
i kneel
and burn
in her cool indifference.
pull and push
surging in
retreat,
we build
to tear down.
bathed in the reflective calm of starfire,
moonlight sets
souls ablaze
with a cool phantom touch.
simplicity holds
infinite fascination,
so slight in
its profundity
that these realized moments
echo eternity,
revealing a truth obscured
by love's light.
and so we grow.
riders of the dawn
carving beauty
from the remnants of night.
welcoming the dawn-
possibilty incarnate.
generous, strident, bursts of delight:
what a wonderful world
awaits.
heart open
soul soon to follow.
to bask once more
in a symphony of miracles.
dawn showers
the depth of meaning found
within the splat,
pitter, plat,
pat of rain falling in the town,
slipped away so long ago.
profound truths lost to selfish wanderings.
a soul set adrift:
free
to forge his way alone.
free
to love universal.
free
from you,
and from me.
and the sounds of the rain fade back into the night.
in that vast silence
he finds solace in solitude.
he finds himself once again
free
to face the returning storm.
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