Where Light Melts

You cast me under your ancient spell ~

a quiet surrender to your fading fire

I wait for you in the spaces between hours ~

where light loosens its hold on the sky

and begins to melt into the waiting sea

You pour yourself into me ~

golden ... unspoken ... until my spirit hums

and I can no longer tell

where your warmth ends or I begin

At the sight of you, I fall inward ~

not to form but into the hush of something

I have always known

You move through me like tide and flame ~

slow ... rhythmic ... unraveling ...

the forgotten softening that was held too long

I did not know my origin until your return ~

until I laid down my fear

and let your dusk open me

What grace ... to feel this quiet knowing ~

this unseen thread

no distance ... no darkness ... can dissolve

We are no longer apart

Half the world may turn you away, yet you remain ~

a lingering glow ... a quiet ember ...

that does not leave

So go ... into the horizon ... become the sea

Goodnight, my sun ...

until you rise within me again 

Before We Were Separate

With each morning, I chase the sun ~

not to catch it,

but to remember where I began.

Each dawn arrives like a question,

unwritten, unfolding,

waiting for meaning to take shape.

There is something ancient in the light ~

a quiet persistence

that has outlived every darkness

it has ever known.

It finds me without fail,

crossing impossible distances

just to rest upon my skin.

And I wonder ~

if what I feel is not warmth,

but recognition.

As if I am not reaching toward it,

but returning.

Not separate,

not searching,

but a fragment of something infinite

learning, slowly,

how to remember itself.

An Echo Across Time

We were forged in a distant explosion 

~

You and I,

each carrying a fragment 

still searching for the other.

Across centuries,

through every form we take,

that longing remains 

~

unchanged, unnamed.

The stars spoke us into alignment,

from worlds apart.

And still,

a part of me stays with you.

A quiet witness,

waiting for the moment

we meet again.

Maybe we will.

Maybe we won't.

But something within us

will always search 

~

And perhaps 

that is what makes it infinite.

Time III

The grains of sand

slip through my fingers.

At my feet,

a silent drift gathers ~

spilling over,

spilling fragments of memory.

Why didn't I see it

forming beneath me?

Or did they only seem slower then,

until you found me in a dream ~

And even you turned to sand in the end.

There was no way to hold you.

You slipped away,

leaving a void,

even in my dreams.

These grains carry the weight of loss,

the hollow weight of quiet emptiness.

Perhaps this is time's only mercy ~

a kind of poetic justice:

it slips by in a single glance,

leaving no room for calculation or regret,

only the soft, soft whisper of farewell.

The Architecture of Illusion

I chose not to add emotional language or technical analysis,

leaving the photograph open to interpretation.

This moment was captured to allow space for 

interpretation and reflection from the viewer.

Personal Interpretations:

The illusion of social containment.

The illusion that preserves society's status quo.

The illusion that feeds the machine.

The illusion that willingly enslaves us.

The illusion that never stops giving.

Until I Find My Home

 I am looking for my home ~

not a house of walls and windows,

but a quiet constellation

that lives somewhere inside my mind.

It is not pinned to any map,

no street name, no lingering doorway light;

it is a feeling ~ soft, shimmering,

a hush of peace, a breath of belonging,

a tender place where my heart finally rests

and my spirit whispers, 'Here ... stay.'

But I have not found it yet.

So I wander through cities and moments,

through sunsets that feel almost right,

and nights where the stars hum my name,

hoping one corner of the world

will echo the comfort I dream of.

Until then, my soul keeps searching,

gentle and eternal ~ not lost ...

just listening for that sacred place

where my mind will finally be still,

and every part of me will know

I have come home.

Journey

I walk with wonder in my hands,

chasing colors the world lets slip.

Each horizon offers a whisper,

each moment a spark for my pen.

I gather beauty where it lives ~

in light, in faces, in quiet places ~

and carry it with me,

a map of all the ways ~

This journey keeps teaching me

how to see,

how to feel,

how to become.

Where the World Opens

I sailed toward horizons that called to me ~

to islands and cities where the air feels ancient.

Madeira rose from the sea like a green dream,

its cliffs catching the sky as flowers opened in silence.

Tenerife met me with a hush, mountains breathing,

clouds drifting low, each step revealing a quiet secret.

Arrecife shifted the world beneath me ~

volcanoes standing watch, their slopes painted

in rust and ember, colors of another planet.

Among them, I felt suspended between 

earth and something beyond.

Grand Canaria welcomed me with golden shores

and streets bright with easy warmth.

Outside the city, the dunes moved like living sculptures ~

soft, wind-shaped, endless.

I walked their warm curves, feeling both small and infinite.

Morocco came to me as a tapestry of

heat and color ~ Casablanca alive with motion,

Agadir carrying the desert in one breath and the ocean in the next.

There, stillness found me in a way I'd never known.

And Cadiz ~ sunlit, unhurried ~ a city resting by the water,

time stretching gently through narrow streets

that felt like memories waiting to surface.

From port to port, the world unfolded ~ vast, surprising, serene.

I felt lifted, awake, alive, as though I stepped into the fullest version of myself.

Each place left a light in me ~ colors, sounds, salt, calm ~

and I carry them now,  quiet reminders of how beautiful the world can be.

Thirst

I am parched for living ~

each second, a drop I would drink dry

if only I could hold it on my tongue

long enough to taste its soul.

I crave the heat of the sun 

as it bleeds itself into the sea,

the riot of color that screams

you are here, you are breathing.

I want the wind to tear through me,

to strip away the dull and the tame,

leave me raw and trembling

beneath the pulse of what's real.

The moon hangs like a promise,

and I share it with the ones I love ~

that pale ache reminding me

we are bound by the same light,

the same hunger to feel.

There are places I have not touched,

skies I have not inhaled,

and still my veins drum their demand ~ more.

More of the world,

more of the wild ache of being.

My thirst cuts clean to the bone ~

a fierce, holy wanting

that will not let me rest 

so long as life keeps unfolding

its terrible, tender beauty before me.

I Saw Time Through a Mirror

I saw time through a mirror.

It startled me as I peeked,

a sudden tremor of recognition

I thought I wasn't ready to meet.

I saw the eyes of my mother

staring back into her own,

tired, yet steady with quiet will ~

a smirk that said she'd grown.

How strange that a mirror reflects

with no mask, no disguise

not a polished or perfect illusion,

but the truth within our eyes.

The glass does not condemn us;

it carries what we've been,

the laughter, the sorrow, the trials ~

all the places we have seen.

Once I feared what waited,

the shadows meant for me,

but now I see the mirror holds

the proof that I endure.

To hide is not protection,

to turn away is loss ~

for every line upon my face

is a bridge that I have crossed.

So I claim what I have lived,

each mark, each shining scar ~

I face the mirror boldly,

and I know exactly who I am.

Living Two Lives

I walk this earth divided,

bound to chapters I never chose.

In one life,

iron chains drag across my spine,

pressing me lower,

step by shattered step.

My sight clouds,

my body groans,

each breath a burden I cannot set down.

But when sleep claims me,

I awaken elsewhere.

There, I rise unbroken ~

weightless, unbound.

I soar above horizons,

my eyes drinking miles of light.

I sing to the newborn Sun,

my voice a hymn of freedom,

my soul blazing tall.

Two lives ~

one suffocated in silence,

one burning in song.

And every dawn,

I wonder which of them

is truly mine.

Half a Heart

 Walking with half a heart ...

Who knows the reason why?

Did you pass me by 

without recognizing my face,

Or was I the one to blame?

Is this lifetime 

just not meant for us

to find each other once again?

Must souls drift endlessly

through lifetimes

without feeling each other's caress?

Every road I wander 

feels longer without you.

Every star I see 

reminds me of what's missing.

I'm endlessly walking

with half a heart,

searching for the other half ...

searching for you.

And if it takes a thousand years,

a thousand skies,

and every breath I have left,

I will not stop ...

not until my heart is whole again.

Let Me Go

If I made a mistake I can't undo,

Would you walk away or see me through?

If my weight is more than love can hold,

Would you keep me close ... or let me go?

I spoke the words I can’t unsay,
And watched your silence drift away.
A single spark, a shattered trust
What’s left of us now turns to dust.

I don’t want freedom dressed as goodbye,

And I won’t beg you with a lie.
If love has reached the end we know,
Then turn away ... and let me go.

The Long Game

You need to be rounded—
able to bend where others break,
to take a punch from every angle
and not mistake the hit for the end.

Life doesn’t strike from just one side;
It comes like weather—
turning, shifting, sudden—
And you must learn to dance with storms.

Keep turning—
not in circles, but in strength.
360 degrees of grace and grit—
a full revolution
for the long game.

The Silent Giver

They call me failure,

A shadow with nothing to show—

Not knowing the seeds I planted

In the gardens where they grow.

I gave what I had,

Each heartbeat, each breath,

Not for applause,

But to carry them past death.

I built their bridges

From the bones of my spine,

Lit their path forward

While I fell behind.

No trophies, no praise,

Just echoes that fade—

But their triumphs were born

From the price that I paid.

If only they saw

What I chose to release—

Not for my glory,

But to gift them peace.

Shadow

You are the shadow that follows me through every day—

with every turn I take,

and, most of all, with every fall,

you’re there.

I never asked for this,

and yet, you came.

You saw me—bent,

broken—

and chose to lend your strength.

Now,

I stand a little taller,

a little straighter,

and so much stronger—

because of you.

The wind no longer pushes me down;

it lifts me as I walk.

The crows no longer circle overhead;

they pass by,

never giving me a second glance.

And the ground—

it feels firm beneath my feet,

as if it carries me with quiet magic.

Funny, isn’t it?

To live in the company of a shadow

that feeds my every moment of light.

That’s what you are—

my shadow.

Not darkness,

but a lifeline

that keeps me standing.

Serendipitous

I caught a glimpse of you today.

A whisper in the wind made me turn and I instantly realized it was you.

The moment was lovely ~ sweetness overload. 

 Sometimes as I go through my days my mind stays totally focused.

I don’t let any thoughts enter, especially those of you.

I keep you locked up far in the back of my mind but today, today was different.

You appeared without forethought and magically brought sunshine into my heart.

Today was  purely serendipitous.

I miss you in my life.

The Secret

Beneath the comfortable lives of those who dwell in warm and cozy homes

lie the harsh realities of society. 

There is a common belief that if something is not visible, it does not exist.

It is all too easy for those who create the rules of the game called life

 to craft an illusion of utopia while suffering and poverty remain stark. 

We must remain vigilant against those who present us with fairytales on a golden platter 

and look beyond our comfort to see the reality around us.

Compassion for everyone in need should be our guide.

Reflections of Another Time

Reflections of another time echo in your eternal home.

Do you know that I'm here by your side, keeping you alive in my thoughts?

Please don't be frightened by my visit.

I'm only here to reminisce and feel your presence beside me.

 

The Path

If I knew then what I know now ~

what path would I have taken?

The path that always led to you!

The Broken

 

We search each day for answers, our minds spinning endlessly.

Images replay thoughts, words stuck on repeat after painful repeat.

We are the broken - the souls that wander aimlessly and hopelessly, never forgetting a thing.

We are the broken, the ones who can never find peace. 

We are the broken, creatures of this life afraid to love or to need.

We are the broken. We live in solitude because we understand that answers do not exist.

The Unseen

Among us are the unseen, individuals rendered invisible through no fault of their own. 

Discarded by the society into which they were born, the unseen wander aimlessly,

facing nothing but walls of inhumanity turning their backs to their plight.

If one were to take a closer look, they would notice a gentle demeanor.

A kind smile with trusting eyes would be evident if only they would turn around to look.

Unfortunately, this is the world we live in, devoid of compassion and empathy,

A world that permits the invisible.

The Spark That Wasn't

A single ray of light can energize even the dimmest souls.

Feeling that beam enter the body is like receiving an electric boost to the inner core.

However, we often take this phenomenon for granted, 

as if it were merely a common act intended for our entertainment.

The ray is sacred; it encompasses everything and allows life to flourish. 

We are like beams of light traveling through the universe, seeking connection.

Yet the journey can be tedious for some, and the spark that should be there is missing.

That is reality; it's a journey where light never materializes but allows us to pass through.

Mind In Transit

My mind is in transit, with no specific destination in sight.

The emotions that accompany a journey of this magnitude can verge on insanity.

Yet, I find myself moving forward into the unknown.

I must be honest with you;

this journey is not one I have chosen.

My fears whisper louder and louder,

until they explode in my thoughts,

screaming over and over, "It's time." 

So, I am trusting the voices of my inner being and

allowing them the freedom to take flight wherever they choose.

 

Perdida Contigo

Momentos atemporales pasaron vagando en busca de llamas eternas.
Sediento por lo inalcanzable y doloroso por los tesoros escondidos dentro de las paredes.
Sin aliento y decididos, deambulamos perdiéndonos en el laberinto de la vida.

Esto lo llevo de regreso cuando cruzo a mi universo, mi tiempo, mi vida.

Llevo dentro de mí los escombros que capturaron mi corazón

en una ciudad perdida contigo.