Love Jar

Amidst the smoke
from the pan where you cook
blackberries are turned in jam,
here, sat and looking, I am.

Holding yet, jar in hands
another loving word won't be said,
I tell you a joke instead
you laugh and love is there.

Our laughing, and the smoke:
love disguised amongst
jam, jars and jokes
A smell that evokes
all untold love
circumscribe us.

As the blueberry jam,
winter and wartime food,
this love is to last if not left ajar
but hermetically sealed, and contained
within the love jar.

he sat
under the tree, and thought
am I free?

one for the road

As lágrimas todas de tristeza e alegria
guardei para a estrada,
grandiosa companhia;

cheguei de viagem de alma lavada

The Lighthouse

Dark was the night
when I got you, light.
Twilight fades into
shades of blue

What was that which was me
before you?
Tints all in this new hue

Where was I, before
learning to have it
on my sight?

Profile

Me:
legs, neck, pulse
back.

Hair, head and knees
name, blood, nail and teeth
brain, thought and needs.

This is me:
head to feet
a thinking body
walking down the street.

sorrateiro

Um mal hábito pode demorar anos para se infiltrar na rotina. Mas quando o faz, parece nunca ter sido a vida de outra maneira.

Seeker

O que eu busco nessa longa peregrinação
não é expurgar-me dos pecados,
mas livrar-me de todo o bem.