I am the afterglow
Was once strength and beauty
Was once a time of hope and grace
Was a time of confidence and health
Now in its'place
A dried up cerebellum
Legs like sawed timber
Ataxia effecting a wide gait
A freak
No longer beautiful
No longer skinny and toned
Fat and immobile
Lazy and fatalistic
Let death take me quickly
and smudge away my tracks
Erase all memory of me
I have gone

As the rock falls away
The diamond sparkles in the suns Rays.

A promise of a kiss
I do, was said
A romp in the bed
A kick in the head
Was once a heart of tenderness
In its'place a cold stone compressed
Thrown into the bottom of a river
Laying on the bottom I shiver

(September 2021)

Where were you?
When we were apart?
Did you think of me?
Was I in your heart?

In a surreal dream
Our souls met
A whorl of hues
Our future was set

Were you just a dream?
Rushing in my head
Were you just a dream?
Burning in my bed

In the deep sleep of rem
I yearned for you
Did you find me in the mayhem?
Or did I find you?

Your hand in mine
Knowing you were the one
That one moment in time
I whispered, “Who are you? My love?”

Were you just a dream?
An offer from beyond
Were you just a dream?
A love I deeply want

Your warm hand
From first hold
I recognised you
A familiar soul

By Marcela Guajardo     August 2021

The future is in my eyes
The past is in my footprints
The present is here in my own hands

Boy blue and lonely girl
Warm glow, two hearts unfurl
Tide ebbs, colour sways, it sings to them ‘run away’

They found their own way
They found their own way
The dawning of a new day
At suns first Ray

Wings grow, boy flies, his big hands, gently guides
Girl lifts into the sky
Now it’s their time, their time to fly

Ride their dreams, atop the silver moon
Liquid skies, a humble tune
Hands feeling soft skin
Still lips, hearts in a spin

They found their own way
They found their own way
At suns first Ray
The lights on the bay

Hearts explode, under watchful eyes,
A fire wheel, fills the skies
The echo ends, the afterglow,
Holding tight, never letting go

They found their own way
They found their own way
Under the warmth of suns Rays
The grey fades, the colours stay

By Marcela Guajardo      August 2021

Ease your mind
Take away the weight
Our shoulders carry the weight of our thoughts
Our hearts carry the weight of our emotions
Our arms carry the weight of our work
Challenge weighs true

Let me help you
Tell me what is wrong?
Why do you cry?
Why do you laugh and then cry?
Is this madness?
Not madness

Inner voice yelling
Then whispering
Singing sweetly
Screaming at the sky
Chatting with effervescent nerve
Silent like an old granite cliff
Mind racing in top gear
Stuck behind the pack in last
Open like a flower in full bloom
A dried-up seed pod unable to open

Many places to be
Nowhere to go