I BREATH

I breathe deep as my paradise
unfolds to me.

I breathe life for the first time as I look
into my Daddy’s eyes to be.

I breathed lightly as I learned to walk, so lightly
as I fall, two big hands of love lift me back up.

I breathe slow as I meet my first girl, my little hear
feels funny. I could run up that sand hill to the top.

I breathe carefully as I see her sitting next to me
in high school, next dance I am going, left feet and all.

I breathe silently as she kisses me for the first time, my
girlfriend’s tears can breathe too I think. I make this call.

I breathe my dreams of her, how she touches my heart,
her fingertips on my lips, whispering my name.

I breathe her perfume as she walks away, I miss her
already. I don’t want an ending to this love game.

I breathe nerves as I get on my knees in our old
sandbox, a ring of love, never-ending day.

I’m breathless in the song of the Titanic; till death
do us part, my love will never go away.

Each lasting breath I have left breathes out my love to her now, my heart’s eyes say goodbye to her today.

I AM MICHAEL

I have watched the greatest get born, then close
their book with only a name to be remembered by.

All nations, all people of our children watched
in amazement, but always with a sigh.

Maybe there are pictures to show the greats,
yet they are all the same.

Many had their dreams for one chance to be on
top. To them it seemed always to be a game.

Inside, they were pushing their soul to the
limit. In all, the stars were their goal.

Come see they say, and many would, because
a champion would slow their life’s flow.

How they dazzled us with feats which
the human soul could do.

Anybody can be a great, yet not reaching the peak
or winning the big game didn’t make them feel blue.

Each one of us has his peak, his winning game,
you just have to look deep inside of who you are.

Let this be a poem for those who died without
knowing that in their souls, they were always the star.

HUMMINGBIRD

How I wish I could be this wonderful
little bird of nature’s gift.

Understanding this bird in my words
will be my magic of time’s rift.

Many beats does its wings flutter,
as a heart deep in love.

Maybe the beak is a little long, though
the beauty is far better than a dove.

In the silence its voice has bring tears to
my eyes, the purity of the voice is so rare.

Now your eyes must really be opened to see this bird
so small, yet large as a heart in love can dare.

Giving that you only see this bird at certain times,
your love is the same in a way.

Being small, you need to open your eyes
wide as you do with love every day.

I know fast this little bird is, faster
then turning a page on life.

Remembering that it can fly backwards is a magic side
in love, to go back and relive with your wife.

Does this bird remind you of an angel? To me
though, I see this as a wonderful insight.

HEARTS OF ONE ALWAYS AND FOREVER

How does a dream last? Wake up
and then you are gone.

Every dream of having the woman to be
by your side was many and not long.

Ask at Fate’s door often I did, yet the only
door between us was me not opening my eyes.

Reaching out my hand I did,
then my heart pushes a tear out.

Time stopped at last, the inner essence
of true love was upon me, without a doubt.

So many emotions all focused on me,
how I felt the soul of her heart touch me.

Only her soft tender kiss on me
opens my true path of what is to be.

Feeling a happiness I never expected,
so full of love was put upon us.

Once in a life line does this happen so I know
chances are few, follow my heart I must.

Now and forever is to me endless, so will
be my love in my eyes for her to see.

Each past love I will not forget, only this true love
has no past, just something to start new for me.

FLICKER OF LOVE

From closing your eyes at night or just
in full bloom of the day, I will be there.
Look at the tears as they come out and slowly
the hand of an angel wipes them off with so much care.
I believed that the best I could be was a mother
and friend to listen, cry, and laugh with all of you.
Can my candles of hope not give me inspiration for this?
Look in the mirror, part of me is always still there too.
Keep me close to your heart when life seems limited,
together we will prevail to find the answer to be.
Each moment a teardrop remembers me. I have one also, not
being able to hug my loves, it’s okay, drink your coffee or tea.
Reasons of dreams will come to you. When I will be
in them to hug away the hurt and wipe away the tear.
Often something or some word will make you laugh for no reason, crazy you are not, that will be me saying hi, have no fear.
Fortunes we may not have had, yet my gold
I looked at every day for this was real.
Let’s not forget, what’s worse than death is
when you lose all hope, no time for this to feel.
Only with unity as one can we believe, the sun
will shine in all your hearts because we are us.
Voices will try to help ease the pain, yet those
of family are true, comfort each other is a must.
Every time you look at the flame of a candle, my face will be there. The wisp of the smoke will be my love filling your essence with such.

To end and begin, the sad whisper of a rose as it falls from the heart, to once again bloom in heaven.

FINGERTIPS

Faces we see every day at work or on the streets,
but when I see yours, no others matter, only you.

In my heart your face is everlasting, every detail
I know. How do I forget those eyes of blue?

Now and then that certain touch you give me
grabs my heart to remind me.

Getting the message I do, this is
what makes my day happy to be.

Each night as you sleep, I watch over you
in my dreams, your smile knows this.

Reaching for your hand while we walk
I enjoy as our love beats as one, I give you a kiss.

Time will go on, for some unlucky it will go
too fast; for us, eve fell as we own time now.

I breathe our air, the essence of life, believe in our love
we will, to not we don’t know how.

Plenty moments of tears of joy we have,
my endless soul will never let you go.

So much warmth to give to each other we do
every day, true love never leaves you cold though.

How many ways can your love of your mother
be said? Till the end of your time.


THANK YOU MOM for making sure my diaper
never fell off as I was learning to walk.

THANK YOU MOM for stopping me from sucking
my thumb before eleven years old, got caught.

THANK YOU MOM for helping me not wet
my pants at night in bed without being mad.

THANK YOU MOM for showing me how to wrap a present
for school parties, I always got Katie, talk about red faced bad.

THANK YOU MOM for the words of hope when
my girlfriend broke up with me, as you wiped the tears.

THANK YOU MOM when I had a bad dream and you
held onto me until I went back to sleep with no fears.

THANK YOU MOM as you gave me my favorite piece
of candy to ease me as I was getting ready to wed.

THANK YOU MOM most of all, for bringing me into this world
of ours, words of love can never be enough to be said.

NO THANK YOU MOM when you left me when my child
was only five, God needed you too I guess.

THANK YOU MOM, from my son, who tells me at your grave you wiped his tears and gave him a piece of candy while holding his hand, true, the wrapper you could not miss.


for all mothers on Mother's Day

YOU NOURISH ME

You were always there when I needed you, yet
I hardly ever called for your help.

Our souls will always touch. Outside I
was facing my problems with a belt.

Until now I was skeptical of you, but destiny
played part in my whole to seek you.

No words came from my lips, my soul reached
out for your help. You heard and made the dark turn blue.

Underneath our existence stands our future door, which
only with our own faith can we step through.

One tiny pebble of life I was to you,
hope for an answer is all I could do.

Reaching out, I did not have to go to church to show
my love for him. His soul knew I was no fool.

I know now how powerful “belief” is,
grasp it with hope is what I will do.

So know now, I am not afraid of death. No one
can take my soul away from me, I will fight for it.

He gave me a message in a dream, and I knew he
would be by me, step by step.

Meanings I try to write, yet in my soul they
all come out right for him.

Every question asks for what happens after our life
ends, our souls will answer them.

I came to the bridge with my mind knowing
where I was to go.

I hesitated before the bridge, a gust of destination
pushed from behind with a mighty flow.

My life had ups and downs, yet that didn’t
seem to matter here.

I looked across and could see the bridge was
old with time, which many fear.

I saw no animals, no birds, just a dead sensation of
emptiness, which was not what I expected to have felt.

It was that last hand, which was to show
the way. The cards had been dealt.

I took a step, the bridge shook with a fading
waver of my last hope.

I had no fear, just the realization that the
ending was my own. With this, I had to cope.

The steps came, one by one. I stood at
the middle, the bridge shook all the more.

I looked back; a mist had formed and covered
everything. I now was at the bridge’s core.

I looked down and could feel it without seeing it,
the heat was very close.

I took a step forward; I heard a crack, then the ringing
of bells. I woke up hanging on to the bed post.

CANDLELIGHT

Can the truth be so real as we sit across
from each other and our eyes touch?

All hope of love rushes in
as a heartbeat on fire, yes, so much.

Nobody is on our minds except us two;
my hands touch hers, so soft.

Dancing to the flickering light her eyes do,
a teardrop falls, I am not that tough.

Letting the music flow through our bodies,
I know my love is gentle, yet strong in thought.

Each letter of forever is all I sense here,
she was always the one I sought.

Letting our lips meet is a passion long forgotten,
her fingers wipe my face of tears.

I have no words for what stirs inside, deep
in my heart, when she says forget your fears.

Getting that last deep breath out I do, the dim light
catches the sparkle of the ring I have out.

How does the fear of love feel so sad to me?
Of course she said yes, without a doubt.

Time had been so long looking, hoping,
wishing, was as being done from a long bout.

ARMS OF LOVE

As the heaviness of the early morning dew dripped off
the rose petals, so does the love of my baby from her eyes.

Reaching down, I wipe the tears away gently, as our eyes meet, reflection of my past looks back at me. To remember the past is hard when one dies.

Much warmth is flowing through my heart,
pictures of happiness cross my eyes’ sight.

So is this what reborn means? How many times
will I go through this until I get it right?

Out of all the life I have lived, I have a son,
twelve, not sure, hard to think.

For my mother of this miracle child, she is named Mary;
for her name I give her a last wink.

Letting me keep the memories will not be, up to
the mother, part of my endless soul he will have.

Others there will be, second chances they are being given.
When it is their time, clouds will hold their path.

Voices now I hear in my little ears, my son
seems to be on the right path, my wings await me.

Every movie, book, has a story to tell, I don’t know
who my father is, I write my version of who he was for all to see.


inspired by Benjamin Button

IF WE MEET AGAIN

Inside a heart lies a tiny hope waiting
for her to bring it out one more time.

Fools are sometimes why love is funny, we never really
lose it, her sun touches me, yet every day this thought is mine.

We are what we become when in love, endless,
yet if we don’t hold it tight, it slowly floats away.

Even as the sands of time flow on, I never forgot
the power of the heart, ever so as today.

Maybe the words faded in the wind once long ago, I still see
her face when I open my heart, then she fades back.

Every sky has colors when you are in love, as love drifts away,
blue takes over, rainbows are gone, reason is not hard to lack.

Enter the day when the cold was bitter outside, I was walking
in the forgotten park when two green eyes looked back at me.

Time stood still yet went back a step, stronger we were for
a moment, one love feels the fire inside heating the heart to be.

All I could feel at that moment was open arms
coming from my heart, reaching out.

Giving up real love she could not do, fight for
her man she would do, this is what love is about.

Always was a word on store to believe. Your mind took
the words from the heart, “Happy!” it did shout.

In that magic second to say hi, all of these emotions
poured through your eyes for her to see.

Now two lips touched and the brush of love once again
paints colors in the sky, this time always to be.