Thursday, September 8, 2011

Homage to an Island, Cape Verde

Take me there, when morning breaks
After my eyes open, and my body wakes
To the smell of the sea and the sound of the ocean
And trees as numerous as the sand beneath my feet
Watered by the smiles on the faces of infant children
And songs brought forth on the strings of Spanish guitars
Women in red dresses dancing on crystals sands
Eyes watching hips sway as I drink in the tropics from a tall glass
This is life as it was meant to be: slow, bright, and carefree

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Lonely

I stare at four walls, bare
Laying on this bed without a care in the world
Alone, but at peace
Free to peruse my own thoughts, my own feelings
No longer constrained by gregarious thoughts
Detached from my own world
Bold, but afraid
Lonely.