my heart is tired of travel
departure brings sorrow

i am tired of the goodbyes
and too many hello's

used to believe
you could never see enough faces

but you begin to see faces
in the people you meet

all faces i swore
i miss or never wanted to see again

other people see
plain old brown eyes
but I see galaxies

love is so surreal
and estranging
it remains a fragile affinity

with hearts of gold
that break like glass
we meander through our
epiphanies

realizations of true
admiration for another
human being

you have always been
existent beyond barriers
there is nothing you can not do
the father and the paradigm of sweet sugar love
i dance in the fields of your child
this world, earth
of green and blue and orange and yellow sun
i dance
in daisies of purity and lilacs of sweet smell
no possibility is there that i could deny your entirety
your mysticism

you are the intruder
and i am the door
you have grabbed me
grabbed my handle and clutched it
i can not escape you
i have failed my job as the barrier
because you own my key
you are not afraid to pull me open
and walk right in
explore my insides
the floors creak, walk slowly
the faucets are leaking
i cant keep you out
i dont want to
you have found beauty in my imperfections

The mind
when immersed in memories
of yesterday carried by
hopes of tomorrows
and thoughts that like stones
on the surface of a lake
skip from feeling to heart
tracing ripples of emotions
as from nature's beauty
to the smallness of self
is a universal totality
brushing wind over water
to wave onto shore
a life that lost on Earth
helps grow the next wave
that reaches beyond
into the horizon
where some go to sleep
while others wake
are born or take last breath
to be born again
matters not if the sun shines
or the moon reflects on its surface
glass only gives back
the reality of what is
not what one wants
the universal blanket
over and under
above and below
into time on end
not wavering not changing
to accommodate humanity
sustains eternity
what was and what will be
wishing to be more
is as a mere leaf that falls
over an oak seed on its bank
majestic in the passing
before and after us
is where we take part
of forever

Marta
06/01/2017