Thursday, May 16, 2013

Butterfly Out My Window

Butterfly Out My Window

On a dull, grey morning I washed the dishes
Until a visitor, so quiet and swift
Landed outside and came over to visit.

It was delicate, clean and full of peace
I notice it out my window
And I began to feel my heart at ease.

Please stay awhile, I asked in thought,
And it humbly remained
As if company here it sought

Eventually, it did take off and flutter away
And still I smile
A butterfly's short life is happiness it pays

And it took its time on me.

Missing My Savior

A year has passed and I still miss it all
The unbalanced terrain and the storm rain fall
How the air was quiet but a torogoz's call
And how tall were the ruins' walls.
I recall the powerful and roaring thunder
In refuge of a canopy, I watch under
Night fragrance of rainwater and cinder
I feel a part of me begin to sunder.
El Salvador is my forever my home
For it's a place I long to roam
And see the small houses of loam
But mostly night thunder's lonely moan
Hopefully, I will return
For the desire in me burns
For the land of butterflies I yearn
In such a small country, there's so much to learn.

Lament of a Cowardly Spirit

Lament of my Cowardly Spirit

Between us there is broken glass
Shattered and mercilessly fractured
The acuminous edges so jagged and crass
That'd impair more the dispute if me it captured.
Still if one could feel both alive and dead
I feel like so, nonexistent, an apparition
As I weep my shadow curse in my bed
Entreat tears of my imprudent decision
If love were promise and forever abiding
Then why my allies forsake me ultimately
My trust they defraud, passing, dying
With I undesired ignorantly, impatiently
So the glass I dare not touch
Admitting cowardice with a whimper
Not wanting the truth, if painful and such
Scared to even say a bloody whisper
This murky spirit cries out this song
Oh, deceitful hope, please prove me wrong.