Finding Home

Isn't it odd? You and me, us Speaking In tongues We don't even Understand We're no Linguists By any chance But speak We do Maybe the Language Isn't What is Important Maybe It's the Conviction That fierce conviction That cannot help But overflow And transform Into words, Words that are Wittingly Conjured up By the brain And transmuted Into the Movements Of the tongues Upper palates Lower palates Upper lips Lower Lips With the Elemental Vibration Of air That comes in And out of our Nostrils And mouths Like sighs of relief From joy or Pain Producing Beautiful Utterances of "Ti amo" or "Je t'aime" Maybe it's the Force that Drives Human beings To go beyond Oddness and Idiosyncrasies Maybe it's The Choosing To focus on the good To feed the love Rather than hate Maybe it's the Knowledge That to say One Universal Seed of Salvati...

Nothing Sweeter than Silence romancing My ears Save for Sonatas of Chirping Winged creatures Crisp and clear Proudly perched On orchid trees Wind whispers Achingly gentle Like lips that Come forth Within a mere fraction Of a centimeter From each other As if relishing Every nook and Cranny Of every breath Every shape Shadow, line Curve And shade Inhaling one Exhaling the other Until they Finally meet Like The wind Soothing my Needing skin With such faint, Merciful breeze A healing balm Bringing my Troubled heart To relinquished calm And carrying off my Restless mind To restful sleep...

Anais Nin knew "To write is to taste life twice." All for the glory of being alive But maybe for me To write is simply to love you twice...

(6-8-13) What is it with boats and sunsets that makes me weak in the knees? And sand and salt water that beckons to me? Now I am here. Finally. Feeling every bit of Grain of sand devouring my feet The corals gash my shin The waves kissing the shore The sun romancing my skin Turning it pinkish red And the wind Asking the coconut leaves to dance Delicately swaying Like a dancer in euphoria Like my heart calming Breathing, at last Sighing, Yes this, right here I need Now rain pours singing One sweet song no longer of my sins But a gentle choir Lulling me to Restful sleep...