tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64460866745089579822024-03-14T01:12:04.995-07:00Flashes of Lightrandom thoughts, feelings and voyages of the brainnamdocmaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02550156742944710207noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446086674508957982.post-85468569544991510822010-04-20T07:23:00.000-07:002010-04-20T07:25:13.080-07:00You are the bottom lineIf<br />i<br />go<br />away<br />i<br />will<br />miss<br />the<br />sunset,<br />the<br />birds<br />of<br />Spring,<br />the<br />laughter<br />of<br />children,<br />but <br />most<br />of<br />all<br />i<br />will<br />miss<br />you.namdocmaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02550156742944710207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446086674508957982.post-38124070812094672372010-04-03T10:31:00.000-07:002010-04-03T10:33:05.498-07:00i can't recall her nameShe sits upon a golden cloud<br />and rides a dream of blame<br />i knew her when we both were young,<br />but i can’t recall her name.<br />Cupped in her hands there sits a dove<br />that yearns to be set free.<br />If she were kind she’d let it go,<br />and then it’d fly to me.<br /><br />Her name was carved into a tree<br />that bore the bitter pear<br />i can’t recall where it once grew<br />perhaps i shouldn’t care.<br />Her eyes are flames that light the night<br />her soul a haunting maze,<br />her touch as cold as winter’s grasp,<br />that sets my soul ablaze.namdocmaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02550156742944710207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446086674508957982.post-51429612822403812562010-03-03T07:40:00.000-08:002010-03-03T07:43:39.873-08:00MemoriesMemories<br /><br />Beneath a blanket of snow an ice<br />sleeps a meadow of daffodils<br />awaiting the call of a golden trumpet<br />that signals when to rise and kiss the sun.<br /><br />Snow covered bird houses stand like silent sentinels<br />undeterred by the winds and the chills of time.<br />They dream of blue birds and swallows<br />that always return like silver haired travelers<br />who chase the warmth of the sun.<br /><br />My heart waits like a box on a dresser<br />that holds memories of a time when<br />unicorns were possible and a meadow <br />of daffodils blossomed even in the snow.namdocmaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02550156742944710207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446086674508957982.post-5490207195687645752009-12-29T09:43:00.000-08:002009-12-29T09:45:08.142-08:00Golondrina¿a donde vas golondrina?<br />volando de nido a nido,<br />sin rumbo y sin destino,<br />como una hoja en el viento<br />que se pierde en un momento<br />o se cae sobre el mar.<br /><br />yo quiero ser como tu<br />y sin rumbo caminar<br />hasta que pueda llegar<br />a un lugar más perfecto<br />y si me pierdo en el viento<br />con mis alas volare<br />en una serena brisa<br />sin angustia y sin prisa<br />reposando en una nube<br />a donde la maldad ya no sube<br />y el amor es que conquistanamdocmaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02550156742944710207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446086674508957982.post-56394681230225010172009-12-07T11:21:00.000-08:002009-12-07T13:20:33.205-08:00Winter SleepOutside my window the world lies frozen,<br />like a dream that travels through canyons<br />of unspoken thoughts and memories;<br />and of valleys of darken regrets.<br /><br />It longs for springs that were once alive<br />with fragrant lilacs and stolen kisses;<br />of summers when <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">watermelon</span> seeds<br />shot from your mouth like a million<br />rockets hurling through space.<br /><br />It hungers for an autumn that was golden,<br />warm, soft and sweet like a baby's tears<br />on a young mother's tender shoulder.<br /><br />Don't fear the cold sleep of winter because<br />when the earth awakens all that it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dreamt</span><br />becomes possible and the things that we<br />longed for are ours to taste and enjoy until<br />we no loner remember the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">icicles</span> that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">dangled</span><br />from the eaves of our frozen existence.namdocmaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02550156742944710207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446086674508957982.post-91470664972063106372009-12-02T12:50:00.000-08:002009-12-02T13:54:48.379-08:00Unicorn memoriesRemember the last unicorn<br />who dwelt in the realm of dreams?<br />We often watched it as it reached<br />for the golden apples that hung<br />from the highest boughs of<br />our favorite tree.<br /><br />In the distance, the rising sun flickered<br />like an eternal flame of hope.<br />You laughed as i chased the elusive creature<br />from hilltop to hilltop.<br /><br />We both saw it disappear<br />into a consuming mist of memories<br />and a crestfallen sunset, but<br />by this time my body had grown weak<br />and snow began falling on my head as<br />i waited helplessly for the ensuing<br />storm to envelope me.<br /><br />I must leave, not because i want to, but<br />because the unicorns are no more<br />and the golden apples have turned<br />to seeds and young saplings.<br /><br />when i am gone,<br />will you remember the times i made you laugh,<br />or the times i made you cry?<br />Or will you simply remember the unicorn<br />that i painted on your bedroom wall?namdocmaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02550156742944710207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446086674508957982.post-36671866256190991012009-11-29T05:32:00.000-08:002009-11-29T05:58:12.392-08:00Zinnias and Butterfliesi remember fields of zinnias in every hue,<br />upon them danced weightless butterflies.<br />But i don't remember ever saying<br />i loved you.<br /><br />i remember moonlit nights,<br />where lemon blossoms filled the air<br />making us dream of exotic places.<br />But i don't remember ever saying i loved you.<br /><br />i remember picking flowers from your garden<br />to tell you goodbye,<br />as you left never to return.<br />But i don't remember ever saying i loved you.<br /><br />Some say i'll see again, but logic tells me otherwise.<br />i never told you i loved you, but i think<br />you knew that i did.<br /><br />And if i never see you again<br />i will always have the fields of zinnias and<br />the dancing butterflies that you left for me.namdocmaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02550156742944710207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446086674508957982.post-61654721431462976242009-11-21T12:05:00.000-08:002009-11-21T12:36:27.750-08:00Looking for GodIn a crumbling world where hate rules over love,<br />I stood alone shouting in anger;<br />"Where are you, God, why can't i hear you?"<br />But all i heard was a distant symphony of songbirds.<br /><br />In my anguish i cried;<br />" Look at all this suffering. Have you not heard the weeping?<br />Why can't you help the weak?"<br />As i lifted my arms in protest,<br />all i saw were my own trembling hands.<br /><br />" Where are you God?" I demanded, biting my lip in frustration<br />as bitter tears welled up in my eyes.<br />Then, i caught a glimpse of a smiling child,<br />whom i continued to watch until<br />she became a silhouette against a gold and magenta sunset.namdocmaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02550156742944710207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446086674508957982.post-23282892505150439062009-11-20T06:05:00.000-08:002009-11-20T06:53:10.818-08:00inner peace<span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">i looked for you in a moonlit night,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">where shadows danced and eerie sounds</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">bounced off hollow trees.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">But you were not there.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">i looked for you in the morning light,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">where dew drops covered a lavender field of clover</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">and spider webs sparkled in the glow.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">But you were not there.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">i looked for you in my bedroom,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">where an unmade bed speaks of restless,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">sleepless nights and fading dreams.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">But you were not there.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">i sit on the edge of a precipice</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">and as i look down at my dangling legs,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">i see darkness, despair and uncertainty.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Looking up i see a vastness of infinite possibilities.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">i wish that i could fly,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">but my body is weak and heavy and</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">my wings are non-existent.</span><br /><br /><em></em>namdocmaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02550156742944710207noreply@blogger.com0