How I miss the Siren's song,

as I lay castaway at sands meeting of ocean.

To hear again the melody that draws my very soul,

into waters of peace and endless beauty.

In the stillness of day and night,

of the glimmer of sun or moon,

I still look, listen, and wait for the song that has enchanted me once before......


Copyright ©  Jose Gonzalez 2015

My Heart is parched and my Soul runs low of strength,
rumblings from within in hunger for Love.

I must ration myself as I journey alone,
keeping reserves of what I have to offer.

I carry seeds of love and devotion close to me,
  so they are not grown in haste.

I  store in carefulness of what is tucked away,
so not as to lose for what may be ahead.  



Does that me beggarly? A poor soul to pity? Soured by bitter drink?
No, for I am wiser in knowing of my travels,

To wait for the feast, of The Harvest of Love, when it is time.

Copyright ©  Jose Gonzalez 2015

I stand in a Gallery of Beauty, different workings of art.
Each of their own story, varied of mediums.

Stunning sculptures, wonderful and painted canvases, soul stirring spoken word,
classic and modern forms, all thought provoking.

In this gallery are Masterful Creations in which to admire, to stand in awe,
and appreciate the Inner and outer workings that make them Beautiful indeed.

Copyright ©  2015

Her mind intrigues and provokes thoughts of The Heavens and The Universe.
Her Heart inspires unconditional love and innocence, being born again before her.
Her Soul makes one stilled in awe of her Radiance, ready to worship of her warmth.
Her Beauty captures me in wide eyed wonderment as if with new eyes always.
Her Body is a sculpture that an artist would run his hands, in admiration of her being.
She is like Art, inspiring, appreciated, loved, and that moves men in deep meaning.
A vision of a classic work of Art by The great Art Masters of history,

I see her depths and complexities, her workings and meanings, envisioning all that she is, within the gallery of my Soul.

I am an observer of Her......... Truly Beautiful.

Copyright © Jose Gonzalez 2014

Sunday rain.......the sounds of tapping rain through the window.

A dreamy covering of clouds....giving to thoughts of what was.

Sunday rain......cleanse me and heal my soul again.

A cooling of waters on my heart.....filling the well of loneliness....

to rise out of, and again see the Sun.