sliver of fate
lost
amidst the desert silver sky.

celestial reflections
color this pensive soul
with ice
&
fire
& hope.

dancing
across mellifluous
wonder,

taming chaos
with graceful freneticism


Every fantastic moment,
swallowed by the next.


and the wind blows on.

sleep calls
&
night falls.


and
twixt these tranquil pauses,
lost expectations rise with the moon,
to reign magic with awe.


and
whispers wait
to be carried.

and
wizards and holy men gather
to pray.

and
wonder bursts through
each moment,
like a curse.


only when
eyes close,
and truly,
we see.

o que vai acontecer?
ele não sabe
ela não sabe
quem sabe?

boas coisas....
essas foram as palavras....
boas coisas de facto.

amanhã está a chegar
com o sol
ou não
um novo dia está a esperar

Por ela
Por ele
Pelo povo
Pela gente

Vamos, deixa nos abraçar o céu

silence masquerades
as
peace, yet
clearly unable
to tame this fire.



the wild winds without
cannot match the typhoon
roiling within.



I tremble in delight.

cradled in her gentle roar,
we dance slow with
the silhouettes of stars,
each yearning to know our story.


and Hope's wild
whisper
&
shadow drown
in a gorgeous deluge of NOW.


and Love,
carries on.

some
words are
so
wrapped in meaning,
that they slip into
existence
just for a second,
before fading back into reality.

some poems too.

see?


you missed it.

so much magic, and
fear-

the stars mourn you
can't you hear?


destiny screams,
scalded by your flame, yet still
you don't know
your name.


so much magic.


so many beautiful moments.


so much you,
ready
to erupt.


we will wait for you,
then we will dance again,
like we never used to.

words
only ever got in the way
but
I could use one now,

Hope,
perhaps,
that what must be
may not.

calling,
cleaving,
colliding.

destiny
wrapped in a smile.
-yours,
or mine.

nothing left
to do
but...