Moon

And I saw with clear eyes, the grace of the moon
deep in its own element
her grace, and if otherwise, life
moved on the surface and lived
and only those who were awake at night
knew of this

And I saw that mans life is spun like a thread
between irresistable forces
that of a breath, could destroy

For there is in the Earth, a reservoir of elemental force
just as there is a fountain of life beyond the far stars
reaching up to her..the moon

But what do you do when a cloud passes over the moon?
And you are left in darkness...

El Poetisa.

#o2

The air of tranquility softly caressed our bodies
as we lay there, wrapped in the warmth of eachothers arms
in a place where vivid visuals were replaced with nothing but sentiments.
We exchanged words of the most mellifluous, gratifying kind,
and clearly engaged in the depth of the moment, that night.
The absence of pain and the presence of pleasure bought forth a bond
between you and I, we knew existed, but had forgotten about.
The beating of your heart played, into my soul, a harmonious track that seems to eternally be set on repeat,
because your voice resonates through my mind, day and night
followed by mellow tones of enchantment,
Memories faded, as we relaxed in the moment.
Nothing else existed, but you and I.
I couldn't possibly depict the dreamlike state I enter into when whispering
sweet nothings into your ear.
and when you do, I'm instantly transformed into a canvas,
and your words are the brush.
Each fragment of that night is perfectly embedded in my mind
each movement precisely plays in my mind
The way your head rest on my my chest, sent quivers down my spine
and at moments, I still find it hard to believe,
that you're mine.

El Poetisa.

His fragile mind was entwined in turmoil, thus, resulting in a migraine. His emotions weren't in the best of condition. He always wished his life would be as that of a utopia, but will it ever be granted? He can only question the unfamiliar emotions roaming about in his heart as he goes about his everyday life. Patience was the key to all answers he'd believe, but he's been waiting for some time now and the patience has run out. He dropped to his bare knees as he burried his face behind cold hands and wondered if anyone will ever feel his sorrow. He always hoped there'd never be a tomorrow. Every night he'd lay between the sheets as he day-dreams of heaven; but all he sees before his terrified eyes is a raging fire waiting for his soul to escape his flesh. Will he hold on or let himself go as if he's a waste of space on this mother Earth?

Sensai Flo.