Escoita!
she calls
to you,
yearning
for your return
to this place you knew not before.
terra firma.
Bound
in poetry and magic,
and the ethereal.
Steeped
in terrific fantasy,
and mystery manifest.
Seasoned
by tears
surrendered for lost sons.
Appreciated,
for her bounteous beauty
and wondrous delights.
Courted
by way
of this love
for you.
so listen, and
harken back
to the shadow,
to ancestral dream
and whispered rhythms.
rhythms your ancestors never
knew
they knew.
listen,
for you are home.
listen,
and let her fall
once more,
deep
into
you.
Category: Tonantzin
coaxing dawn
wound tight,
within the rounded corners of night,
a cacophony of silences cascades
over me,
inevitably interrupted
by the
tumble
of rain,
and possibility-
ingredients for
a beautiful new day.
if but this perfection could
last eternal,
in my heart and,
in the cold fire of your soul,
who knows to what heights this love may grow.
carib-dreamin’
doctor-bird makes her final rounds,
gleefully and gracefully
diagnosing blossom for sweetness,
and the last
lingering
drops
of the rain shower
slip
softly
into a cool tropical breeze.
Papagaio
screeches
home across the pastel hues
of a dusking sky.
and
Night slides
ever so gentle
from under the leaves
of Breadfruit tree.
and here
you are,
with me.
Ria Rainbow
Dawn grasps
a wistful
smile as
Night slips sullenly
away,
dodging that spark
of tomorrow
painting the hills
with hope
and flame.
and above it all,
a bridge to pleasure.... leading
to treasure
unimaginable.
and so wish,
as you always should, and
follow that dream back
to
you.
selfish
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.
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
see,
https://thedeprevation.com/2012/08/12/fat-silence/