Vagueando

Não sei o que envolve o nevoeiro que se aproxima
lentamente sobre a multidão colorida
num velho pântano esquecido
sobre as nuvens de shangri la

O deserto abate o odor desagradável das colinas
feitas de fumo e desilusões
permanecendo inócuo ao que o seduz

A luz já se foi
e nada sobrou para orientar o caminho certo
talvez os pirilampos possam ajudar

Vou deitar-me e esperar por ti
antes que a loucura tome conta
desta mente perdida
e de esperança adormecida
mas com a alma querida

Madly

A full moon is expected today
on the other side of the sun
maybe the trees will fly away
and the ocean drinks the sky

Only What We Are

In our steeplechase around the Moon and back,
to deny we are in love,

we forget the truth that we are what we are;
the tongues of candlelight cannot tell us lies;

we have eaten from the clean floors of our bodies
when no one else would even touch our feet.

We are given to each other in strange ways,
and though as separate as pockets

for too many days at a time,
we are still part of one clipping

the Moon sliced from the Human Tree
and left to grow into something

teeming and celestial.

"Robert"

Answering

In questioning
I find more questions
will they lead me to the answers I seek?
will they lead me to where I have never set my feet in?
will they make me fly?
or will they drown me?

Am I falling?
Or just overing?

Is up down and down up?

where do I find me?

I am in two
I search only in one
I realize in me
I suspect the other

I am other
Other is me
I loose when I'm me
I loose when I'm other

I laugh in me
I cry in other
I live in us
I die together

Where am I?

never be aside

I wish I would dance up on the clouds
and feel their softness between my toes
to be able to cherish the sight of below
and travel beyond imagination

to go where I couldn't reach
to see what I hadn't known
to hear what is divine
to sing in a blessed horizont
to step in the green meadows
and never be aside