Looking for the Light,
That does not come,
Thinking about you, love
About all of life,
That I never correctly summed up,
Good and Evil, dancing in the sun,
And you, gone forever,
As the instants of my life,
Seem to drink themselves up
In their own passing time,
While the Sun once more sets,
Without making a sound……
You keep my sanity,My light of day,You’re Life’s infusion,And Love’s diffusion,What’s good in life,And why I try,To stay alive,And not give up,As long as you,Sweet poetry,Will hold my hand,Inspire me.
Black, flying colors,No one is masterOf Time, DestinyOr DisasterBut at least we are freeTo chose whoWe will love,If ever weFind them,And also of howWe get lostIn life’s,Pitiless Jungle.
Where then does poetry go?Straight to the heart,As far as we know,After that,It becomes inner light,Holding onto feelings,So very tight.
Miraculous and terse,Emotionally nursed,All calming thirstNothing left bareWith only Love,To ever share.
Full of melodious leaves,Sea, Sun, Sky,Clouds dreaming by.River waters,Pregnant with words,Feeding the Earth,Flowing the mind.Guidance, motherly touch,Flowered Fields,That we love so much,Ancient vineyards, reddest wine,Poetry,Heart of hearts,Where life starts,Eternal love of mine.
I must chose them softly and with care,Mind them, find them, grind themInto reality,Respect them, blend them,Care for them, love themAs does a mother, love every childKeep them close, protectedUntil they are ready,To fly away, poetically,On their ownInto their new found,Poem home.
