DUST

Time moves faster than we think.

We’re all burning out faster than we wish.

Sunrise and Sunsets are sped up.

We stand still while our dreams turn to dust.

The hands of the clock are going crazy.

Before we even reach for something, it’s taking away too quickly.

Darling, don’t close your eyes,

or else you’ll the rest of your life.

Dream of beautiful lies

I have disappeared like a drop of vinegar in ocean of honey .

My smiled has reappeared, submerged in a garden of crimson red roses .

Thorns are drenched, and stems are thick, like the love of virgin Mary’s newborn.

My leg crossed, and I will wait till dusk, for you to return home, our lips and lust.

Do not forget the water that will wash off dirt, yesterday’s ugly and tomorrow’s hurt.

Now rest your head and close your eyes, allow your dreams to sink in beautiful lies.

Dragonfly Dreams

So many times I’ve set this dream free
willing it to fly high and away
to perch upon the cherry tree branch
in the garden of someone more worthy.

Someone less timid
…someone less scared

Someone brash enough
to reach out and grab
that one thing
forever begging to be had

And yet,
time and again it returns to me
a shimmering hope
hovering
on dragonfly wings

Staring me down
daring me to try
just one more time
…and another after that
until the day I finally realize
some dreams are only meant
for the souls they are born to.

And no matter how well-meaning or responsible I might seem
when I ignore it
or try setting it free
it will always come home to perch in that tree
on the edge of that overgrown garden of dreams
I unwittingly nurture with tears.

Waltz


In dreams there’d be me and you

So I will sleep again until it’s true 

Waltz in the clouds, hearts elope 

Need not these hidden glances 

Freely touching, no missed chances

Because each dream a whispered hope.
(Artwork By Ciryl Rolando)