Tuesday, December 29, 2009


¿a donde vas golondrina?
volando de nido a nido,
sin rumbo y sin destino,
como una hoja en el viento
que se pierde en un momento
o se cae sobre el mar.

yo quiero ser como tu
y sin rumbo caminar
hasta que pueda llegar
a un lugar más perfecto
y si me pierdo en el viento
con mis alas volare
en una serena brisa
sin angustia y sin prisa
reposando en una nube
a donde la maldad ya no sube
y el amor es que conquista

Monday, December 7, 2009

Winter Sleep

Outside my window the world lies frozen,
like a dream that travels through canyons
of unspoken thoughts and memories;
and of valleys of darken regrets.

It longs for springs that were once alive
with fragrant lilacs and stolen kisses;
of summers when watermelon seeds
shot from your mouth like a million
rockets hurling through space.

It hungers for an autumn that was golden,
warm, soft and sweet like a baby's tears
on a young mother's tender shoulder.

Don't fear the cold sleep of winter because
when the earth awakens all that it dreamt
becomes possible and the things that we
longed for are ours to taste and enjoy until
we no loner remember the icicles that dangled
from the eaves of our frozen existence.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Unicorn memories

Remember the last unicorn
who dwelt in the realm of dreams?
We often watched it as it reached
for the golden apples that hung
from the highest boughs of
our favorite tree.

In the distance, the rising sun flickered
like an eternal flame of hope.
You laughed as i chased the elusive creature
from hilltop to hilltop.

We both saw it disappear
into a consuming mist of memories
and a crestfallen sunset, but
by this time my body had grown weak
and snow began falling on my head as
i waited helplessly for the ensuing
storm to envelope me.

I must leave, not because i want to, but
because the unicorns are no more
and the golden apples have turned
to seeds and young saplings.

when i am gone,
will you remember the times i made you laugh,
or the times i made you cry?
Or will you simply remember the unicorn
that i painted on your bedroom wall?

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Zinnias and Butterflies

i remember fields of zinnias in every hue,
upon them danced weightless butterflies.
But i don't remember ever saying
i loved you.

i remember moonlit nights,
where lemon blossoms filled the air
making us dream of exotic places.
But i don't remember ever saying i loved you.

i remember picking flowers from your garden
to tell you goodbye,
as you left never to return.
But i don't remember ever saying i loved you.

Some say i'll see again, but logic tells me otherwise.
i never told you i loved you, but i think
you knew that i did.

And if i never see you again
i will always have the fields of zinnias and
the dancing butterflies that you left for me.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Looking for God

In a crumbling world where hate rules over love,
I stood alone shouting in anger;
"Where are you, God, why can't i hear you?"
But all i heard was a distant symphony of songbirds.

In my anguish i cried;
" Look at all this suffering. Have you not heard the weeping?
Why can't you help the weak?"
As i lifted my arms in protest,
all i saw were my own trembling hands.

" Where are you God?" I demanded, biting my lip in frustration
as bitter tears welled up in my eyes.
Then, i caught a glimpse of a smiling child,
whom i continued to watch until
she became a silhouette against a gold and magenta sunset.

Friday, November 20, 2009

inner peace

i looked for you in a moonlit night,
where shadows danced and eerie sounds
bounced off hollow trees.
But you were not there.

i looked for you in the morning light,
where dew drops covered a lavender field of clover
and spider webs sparkled in the glow.
But you were not there.

i looked for you in my bedroom,
where an unmade bed speaks of restless,
sleepless nights and fading dreams.
But you were not there.

i sit on the edge of a precipice
and as i look down at my dangling legs,
i see darkness, despair and uncertainty.
Looking up i see a vastness of infinite possibilities.

i wish that i could fly,
but my body is weak and heavy and
my wings are non-existent.