welled up surprisingly
to bright this mystical place.
Every night in the same field,
where hope and dreams
were formerly forged.
They enter the cave
wearing the spirit
of a resplendent woman
performing an unusual ritual.
Shimmering energies,
portraying memories
dancing freely bare-foot
among the apple trees.
Grass stirs
breeding sounds
of joyful laughs
to fade in the first rays of dawn.
The Return
Creeping along like a worm
stuck in mud infested with alcohol
spewing out guts and dreams.
Blank eyes, pallid orbs deep in bone
appearance a tangled mess.
He is lying on the autopsy table
declared dead.
He opens his eyes:
Where the hell are my glasses?
The Real Path
My will just as my soul
have painted the patterns
of this magnificent tapestry.
My life is not delineated yet
but transfigures itself
with every step I take.
Every breath feeds
my ravenous mind
releasing a million thoughts
of unravelled mysteries.
Alluringly attracting me
extending an invisible carpet
where I could strive safely,
disconnected from earthly criteria.
A wild mind aware of the essence of life
living freely connected with nature.
A biological calling, ingenuous and pure
beyond superficial clichés
a caring brave heart tamed
with the whip of freedom.
The Pact
The prince is fire in shape
image and splendour.
A magnificent species a flamed lover
in the art of amour.
No match on earth
nor in the moon.
Both succeeded
fertilising a bloom.
Under the magic brilliance,
of the mystical moon.
A grown-up being
was born.
A womb of soil,
rocks, roots, and dust.
The white haired princess`
breathing trust.
An incomparable beauty
emerald green eyes, round.
Ruby hues in her lips
her rose skin as hard as diamond.
A successful arrangement
a pact to balance the spun.
The princess was promised
to the prince of the sun.
Autumn
Leaves fall from the trees
dry fruits hang on their barely bare branches
with some resistant leaves.
The verdant soil now changes
into a pallet of warm colours,
red, yellow and brown hues enrich the royal tapestry.
The lazy sunshine tempers the breeze
scattering its golden rays,
painting in gold the vastness of the orb.
The playful wind whispering a cadence
of decay, sweeping away the leaves
in a journey of dissolution and decay.
The greens and browns turning
into sepia.
The nude desolate environment wears
shades of grey in his neglected veil of Autumn.
The ceremonial costume emerges to honour
the arrival of harsh, maleficent Winter.
The Bird Goddess
Her name is Iness.
She is dancing with all the birds of the forest performing
rituals.
Her bare feet softly caress the green plains
on the wet soils.
Like a small hummingbird
iridescent,
swiftly flapping her silk wings.
Hovering gracefully in the haze
freely embracing her fate.
The lady of the light
blessed with magic wings
to protect
to project God is energy,
flapping her wings
to clean the sins of the sinners.
To command her ravens to a sacred journey
gathering and guiding the wanderers is souls to the light.
The Magic Hood
She was lost
the day someone told her to go
and never come back.
Shadows of grey
painted and marbled of sorrow
the face of a teenager of sixteen.
Her eyes reddened drenched by tears
obscured by a muddy tainted hood.
Concealing the purple stains of grief,
carved on her skinny face,
personifying a perturbed soul demanding care
a human being lost
dragged into the darkest side of the abyss.
Screaming inside
blaming herself,
expecting while suffering.
Walking on the corridor of time
wandering thoughtful,