Requiem for a Lost Star

I watch the scarlet rivulets
Of your hair, as they paint the sky
In effervescent hues.

The milky cosmos cradle you
Caressing your tender filament
As our trajectories diverge.

Ours was the sunset that never came.
The mantle of light
Arrived too early. Jostling us
From our contented slumber.
Its blinding flash
Bit at our heels.

Ours was the stellular rose
Cut short before the stem could grow
Into its giant sunflower
Of beaming petals, strong and bright
To guide us through the night.

The constellations whisper your name unceasingly.
Their somber orchestra
Will gently carry us

To your sweet, celestial sanctuary
Softly shimmering
With unspeakable grace.

My buried wishes will be your bedstead.
My kiss on your forehead, its sacred seal.

Out of our broken promises,
I'll build a funerary ark
To surrender your memory
To the astral ocean,
With a final, hushed prayer
To anoint your brow.

Our fading recollections
Will serenade you
To the deep sleep
Of comets and supernovas

Lulled by the wistful melody
Of fallen doves
Our hummingbird's last song.

Canción a la Luna (Song for the Moon)

A tender gazelle
With lingering pace,
You perforate my twilight.

Your nocturnal visits
To my bedroom floor
Make the Sun beam jealous
And the stars
Gossip restlessly.

Your angelic face
Pursues me in my dreams
Before dawn
Crowns my forehead
With her burning kiss.

Light of lights,
I thought I’d lost you.

But you were only playing
Hide and seek
Amongst the clouds.

Distant song,
I thought you were silenced.

But now you pervade
The root of my Being
With the unrelenting melody
Of your sonorous voice.

In the sacred stillness
We dance, interlaced
As we have all along.

You reach out your hand
To be taken.

I, your loyal page
Embrace you,
Lift and spin
Your golden silhouette.

Around me, you orbit
In the cradle of my arms

As I sing odes
To the elegance
Of your resplendent form.

Warrior Amongst Flowers

In the East,
There is a tale well told
Of a warrior who fights in secret
Amidst flowers and beasts of Old.

His eyes are of ashes
See what ghosts see.
His heart is of fire
Fanned by a cool breeze.

To some he is a rhapsodic ruffian
Of a string most uncouth.

To others, an incomprehensible entity
Speaking an ancient tongue
Known only to elders
Or youth.

His neck is a songbird
That curbs with the rain.

His chest, a Tiger's totem
That feeds on dreams, moonbeams
Visions of verdant plains.

Unbeknownst to most
His voice gives generously to the dawn
What the forested meadow
Gives to the faun.

Singing odes to the moon
And the Sun in her Stead
He drinks the silence of the apples
The distant call of ocean waves
Then, lowers his head.

The Man in the Clouds

Yesterday,
A man dissappeared in the clouds.

He'd been carrying a burden
That was wearing him down.

Yesterday,
A man dissappeared in the clouds.

He'd been chasing a moon
That was too far gone.

I watched him unloosen
His heavy pack,
That had held him tied to the ground

And with a whimsical tap
Of his solemn feet
He ascended
Into the sky, no longer bound

By earthly cares and worries
Pressures due,
All these things that nag and bother
Me and you.

Yesterday,
A man dissappeared in the clouds.

A first I worried
But upon seeing his glee
I realized he was free
To do as he pleased

And I was the fool
For staying behind
Confining myself
To apples
And orange rinds.

Yesterday,
A man dissappeared in the clouds.

Enviously, I watched him go
Knowing secretly,
That man was me

All along.

Don't you know?

Diver

Dive
Into the water,
Headfirst.

Return to it,
Ineffable
Inexhaustible Source.
Unnmarked block
Face you had
Before you were born.

Go back
To that solitary place
Which has existed,
Exists,
And will remain.

You are older
Than you pretend to be.

The burden of
All previous lifetimes
Weighs heavy
Upon your brow.

The most exquisite
Of Illusions

Blinds you
So you may see.

Deafens you
So you may hear.

Silences you
So you may speak.

Your Name

Your name travels through the dusk
Tender assailant, it perforates my twilight
With bow and arrow, resounds
Softly at first, then with more intensity.

I follow the sound of your voice
Its siren call
Guides me past dark crustaceans,
Infernal trenches
Towards your tidal palace of moist earth
Adorned by soft shells.

Glistening on the shore, dazzling in purity
They whisper their oceanic secret
Softly at first, then with more intensity.

The bright, maternal glow of your forehead
Stays proud and rebellious
As it is overtaken by waves
Swallowed underneath surging waters.

In our bodies is the
Perpetual somnolence of stars
As we remained nestled, arms interlaced
Enveloped by darkness,
Hearts grasping persistently

Softly at first, then with more intensity.

The Quiet Moon

The Moon is quiet tonight

Silently, she covets
A ray of Sun
That escapes her
To dance among the stars.

The Moon is quiet tonight

A jealous lover, she watches
Him secretly, admires
His every movement
His every song.

Her silence is
A lethargic lizard
At dawn.

The Moon is quiet tonight

Her stubborn forehead
Burns with longing
For his kiss to visit.

Impatiently, she awaits
His nocturnal appearances
Across the sky

While in dreams she chases
The warmth of his light.

The Moon is quiet tonight

The power of her desire
Moves the ocean
Churns the waves.

She drinks him from a distance
In the thirst of her gaze.

The Moon is quiet tonight

She remains hidden
Conceals her pride
From the Sun she lost.