A Pirate is not a Prince

She was drifting in the wide-open sea of her dreams,

only she knew where her ship was sailing to,

or did she forget again how to navigate

through the endless black sea of her inner-self?

It wouldn't be the first time,

it happened so many times before,

and I wonder if there is any ocean left to sail.

But she keeps on drifting raising the sails of her heart.

There are dangers out there in the sea

hasn't she learned the lessons of past battles

with dragons, sea monsters and pirates?

And just as predicted another pirate ship on the horizon

appears on the water of deep emotion.

She didn't even have time to change the course

and the pirate conquers her ship just like the others before

as if she was waiting for the disaster to happen

just one more time.

A damsel in distress, a role she knows so well

she should be nominated to win an award.

Oh but no, this one will be different

a sailor full of treasures on his ship

only to find out they are from the Titanic.

His ideas are as violent as the sea

but of course no surprise to us

we know what is out there in the ocean

just garbage thrown in by the careless peasants.

Yet, she still lets her heart be captured

by the pirate in her dreams of darkness

as the moon silhouettes the flag

of the enemy vessel bigger than hers.

One can only hope she will wake up

realizing that a pirate is a pirate

and not a prince charming,

although I'm not sure if they exist,

but there are enough pirates

still capturing ships unprotected on the sea

floating without a purpose.

Hope

Like weed...indestructible,

it is growing wherever it wants,

so tiny in between the asphalt cracks of the city.

Many times it was stepped on and crushed

without empathy.

But then in a short while

it comes back in a new place

Hope.

Tyrannosaurus Teacher

The first grade teacher looked powerful and tall

like a dinosaur with gnashing teeth.

We avoided making any sounds, because we knew

how he had punished us in the past,

by twisting our ears like the dial on a radio.

On the playground we were terrible, biting beasts.

SUGAR IS NOT THE ONLY THING SWEET

A moment in time

just a little fragment of eternity

yet as significant

as the birth of a child

is a day spend with you.

You turn sadness into

chocolate mousse

with raspberry sauce.

THE WHISPERS IN MY DREAMS

In a whisper your words,

so sweet and calming

are forever printed in

my mind as I think of you.

Your voice is truly charming,

as the messenger I longed

to have near me.

As soothing as a balming,

your tone sings me a lullaby,

and my heart is smiling.

I could never tire

of such sweet words,

as sweet as the angel

I 've come to known.

Like the melody of a great composer

you insure me, how

deep our dreams have grown.

MIDNIGHT MOON

Silvery bright

heaven delight

your mysteries

are a wonder

you reveal so much

without a touch

you make earth ponder.

A man is no different

as i see in his eyes

and then i understand

that love and life

go hand in hand

after each moon

the sun will rise.

 

Power

There lies within me such a force of power

No sun or moon or star could hope to reach.

My slightest thought sparks fourth a fiery shower

Far greater than any fagile mortal's speech.

And yet I have shadows of desolution

That threaten to grow, to diminish the flames,

So in humbleness I offer assimilation:

And together we can discover the farthest domains.

For you can become the channel, the base , the compassion,

Providing a wellspring for energies I consume,

Relinguishing yourself to my driving passion

Made mortal, yet allowing your mortal self to bloom,

For I will show you worlds: and once you understand,

Even pools of stars will whirl at your command.