bring about your vision

dare to bring about your vision
in front of our eyes
and work to restore its
harmonious fluttering wings
with the needle of a reality check;
care to build a harmonious body
for your vision, so it can swiftly
navigate her boat through crystal water
craft a course and catch the wind.
bring your rowers if the waters ever turn
angry , and give yourself a second chance
tame, tame please this world
so it can peacefully dream in the night
a white vision that we will not be ashame of
when it dances in front of the eyes
of our children,

the soul has a house

the soul has a house
with windows shaped like eyes
nose, ears and lips
through which music flows
in and out, like a breeze
making the tingling thoughts dance

the heart has a drum
to catch the beats and the rhytms
of lifes streams and torrents
and it lives and gives life
to the noises we carry
and exchange with dear ones

the leg has a foot
to beat a path that lies ahead
to execute the dance borne by the music
in somebbdy's head
let this be you, my darling you
be the shepherd of your thoughts and life

South

I was thought to always go south
To search for the sun
To dream the dream
Of the happiest summer.
I have followed the flock
And I have batted the wings
Like the victorious pelicans do
When they are not gliding
Smooth currents.
I have warmed up in the sun,
I have dreamt many dreams
And still have not found
In the depths of the south
That perfect round moment
Except when I was sharing
The day, the meal, and the the heart.

Holidays

Holidays to the heart
When with joy You notice in the morning
The waves of crepe myrtle
Dressed in full color,
Dancing by the window
to gently wake up
Into the light the sleepy eyes.
Holy days not written in any calendar
When the cardinals and the wrens
Sing their praise
And wake up those listening ears
To the glory of the new day
You are to begin and to build
For you and for helping others.

Summer

Summer breathes noisily
With the sounds of the cycads;
Summer springs with this
Incredible lightens of being
That makes mullets jump
Towards the sun;
Summer sweats our backs
as we take our bikes
To the beaches with sand;
Summer is where you'll find
Joy where the ocean kisses the sky
And if you try to get there
Anywhere - You just may

world on four violin strings

the world is soft
the world is kind
the world's mostly
made up of
what is in her mind;
whatever happens
she receives, she filters
before she reacts;
she works on making up
the vibes that resonate
with her dreams think
life should be
she modulates
the signals that she sends
out to the world in harmony.

colored art

color my strings
and color my music sheets
my violin will put out rainbows of sounds
in her conversion to visual arts

spring on Erwin

the giant has grown lace on his sleeves
waves of blooming red buds and magnolias
he has put on green pants to his knees
on which birds are chanting spring hymns

morning drive

each morning we drive
out of the city, and into the city
passing through a buffer of nowhere
where the soil is moist and relaxed
where the geese take their bath
and they could not care less
that we cross their land on our path

every morning we drive
down the spine on the back
of a giant called Erwin
and he seems to smile in his sleep
when we pass and the county wakes up
under the trotting feet of the horses
let out of their stalls in the fresh morning

dancing machine

My washing machine
is a dancing machine

on an uneven floor
does the twist with
her unbalanced core
until we all are sore. 

heart of a home

the heart of of home
what makes it a warm
and cozy hearth
is love;
if  space is small
and the friction
causes sparks
when elbows rub
loves soothes;
and when space
grows cold and large
love calls so
we quiet and we hear ;
we are close enough
to come tonight
surround the hearth
with with arms and songs;
we have to come
close enough to watch
each other's candle burn
this night when we need light

winter morning on Erwin

the frozen flakes
sat still today
the light to let
outshine
and flow onto
thin branches
fragile bushes
frozen by the night.
they sheltered
hidden birds
or rodent of the hills.
the road still rolled
downhill, uphill
just like the story goes
with love, unwinding
while the bird start singing
for the sunrise