Life Hope Love
There is a center of life in the palm of my hand
where I held many dreams
with my fingers recounting everything ever want.
And I see beneath skin in the red of the streams
all the reasons to smile
and the things to revile
for my life I will hold in the palm of my hand.
There is a center of hope in the brown of my eyes
where I saw all my dreams
in the blueness reflected from the wide open skies.
And in freedom I found I could spread open wings
with a reason to fly
or to whittle and die
for my hope I will hold in the brown of my eyes.
There is a center of love in the midst of my heart
where I grew all my dreams
in a heartbeat of lovers that one day broke me apart.
And in loss I found life that was lost in the extremes
with a reason to go
and desire to grow
for the love I will hold in the midst of my heart.
March 15, 2016
– True Destination-
Life was a series of ports where anchored a while
winds beckoning my sails to spread across the sea
and fight the waves alone, for alone I will be-
At the end of my time blurry dreams are defiled
by the lack of success and the absence of love
as defined by my heart, but my heart was confused
when was tenderly used and returned slightly bruised.
And I searched for a meaning from below to above
for the answers to life while the sails turned all frayed
when the waters got deep and I sailed desolation
with no port in horizon while alone and afraid
I discovered that life is the true destination.
Death waits in life’s corners hidden
with arms embracing a relief of pain,
the end of our story already written
and we wait but won’t wait in vain.
But what is death to those alive?
Memories like pictures stored away
as holding on to our days we strive
lost in fears with each passing day.
She took her but not without asking
half gone already and was lost.
Now left behind you follow a trail
of despair leaving you weak and frail
and while her pain is past and gone
in her death you’ll find a new dawn.