The Umbra and the Equinox 

The moonlight is too distant
With muted stars fading everywhere 
Remnants of my feelings 

Hollow yet filled with despair 

Just reckless in choosing 

My heart to find the way

I’m bound to my truth

Lonely, and misfortunately gray

I cannot bring back the past

It’s gone to a distant universe

Left here, I’m fallow

Something time cannot reimburse

This won’t be unfulfilling 

I fully trust what lies ahead

In emptiness there’s solace

Nurtured, my soul won’t go unfed

Somewhere up the road of life

I’m back to finding you

My purpose in this timeless cycle

Discover an alternate view 

Scrawled in the Sand

I hear the gentle chop of the sea

Where this love be stills my heart

My cries set the early morning free

And the miles that tear us apart

The air reached its weight capacity 

How tangible this subtropical night

Drowning me with its balmy opacity

Before the dawn’s tranquil light

If you ever feel a draft

I’ll be the one against your skin

The mighty clouds have laughed

But the sun won’t let them win

I wait on the shore as it rises

A reflection of you fades from my side

Just another of my fate’s guises

Washing the life from me come high tide


Mi Fughetta

In the blatant stall of summer’s blaze
Where willows dare not weep

The quiet symphony my soul plays

And into your heart should seep

Yet the metronome has been counting time

And maybe the rhythm’s not right

Just reset the crescendo’s descent and climb

A weeping willow’s blight

Then it’s all staccato and loud

Chasing you away

A brilliant roll of a thunderous cloud

The drummer has to play

Stellar as it seems

Magnificence does fall

The beauty of your heart’s surrender

To my love song after all

Farewell to the King

Watch the sun say goodnight
And the stars first shine their light

Gazing into my eyes

Filled with wonder and surprise

This is where you need to be

On the sand

Squeezing my hand

Over my head

Inhaling every word I said

About this affinity I have for you

As your eyes glisten a deep timeless blue

And the path of time, the sea, it paves

While the stars waltz upon those wanton waves

Diffusing the glare

Of lost wishes and care

I know I’ll never be subpoenaed to speak the truth

Of my heart and head and your lips of vermouth

Subdued, I surrender with a sigh

Alone I dream on under a champagne veil of the evening sky

Seaside Escape 

I revisit these memories,
A touch of the past,
A shop filled with broken antiques,
Where I still cannot pick up the pieces.
Echoes of memories,
Ramblings of the sea,
the grains of sand and shards of shells
Bore the test of time
Just like me
Frayed but not forgotten
Like a porcelain doll’s
Yellowed dress and faint musk
Time’s enveloped passive touch
Roars at the indignity of want
Raw, fleeting,
Off a forgotten shelf
And mindless of the future,
Out the shop’s door
And into oblivion,
An old memory no more

Unsung Psalm

Love is not gentle

Nor it is kind
It’s violent in the ways it flails about in failure
After having tried to scream it out
In the cold vacuum of the night
Voiceless and naive 
Believing in its own power
Loud are the pangs of want
Lost in the stridor of petulance 
Digging deeper into the chasm of a collapsing crescendo
A song, a kiss, a life choking out its last moment of need
Beyond love’s finality and austerity looms impatience 
Say nothing of kind and gentle once more