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.

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