Where we meet

 Title: Our Own Season (or alternate: “Where We Meet”)

[Verse 1]
I come from the South, where the sun always shines,
Olive-skinned children sing rough lullabies.
Even the stones hold the heat of the day,
And the sunset whispers, “it’s time to begin.”

[Verse 2]
You come from the North, where the winter is long,
Snow hushes the voice of the aurora’s song.
You wait in the dark, with a heart full of light,
Longing for stars that dance through the night.

[Chorus]
We meet in the middle, under sky-splitting flame,
When the moon steals the sun, or a meteor came.
We plant our small hopes at the edge of the road—
Berries that bloom in the cold.
Proof that we both still bleed warm.
Proof that we both still belong.

[Verse 3]
We carry the fire from our corners of earth,
Trade southern gold for your northern mirth.
The compass was wild, but it led us true—
To a season not born until me and you.

[Final Chorus / Outro]
We meet in the middle, where the strange things begin,
Not summer, not winter, not where we’ve been.
We go on together, like stars on the run—
Creating a season that’s never been sung.

Our own season

I come from the South,
where olive-skinned children
sing with rough voices
their love for the sun—
where even the stones are warm,
and sunset signals beginning.

You come from the North,
where snow blankets the voice of the aurora,
whom you long to see
while you wait in the dark
through the long duration of winter.

We meet in the middle,
on the occasion of a celestial event—
an eclipse,
or beneath the thundering fear
of a fallen meteor.

We grow berries
at the edge of the road,
proof that still—
both of us carry warm blood.

And then,
we go on

to create our own season. whom you long to see
while you wait in the dark
through the long duration of winter.

We meet in the middle,
on the occasion of a celestial event—
an eclipse,
or beneath the thundering fear
of a fallen meteor.

We grow berries
at the edge of the road,
proof that still—
both of us carry warm blood.

And then,
we go on
to create our own season.

A Wish for Magical Mornings

I wish you some magical mornings,
when you slip into the light of day,
unknowingly performing a ritual of healing,
as body and mind spring to new life.

You hear the birds,
as if for the very first time,
their song a hymn to your awakening.

And the weary world,
so often blunt and gray,
pauses to wonder:
Where has this beauty been?

And oh, how glad we are
to see you—
reborn into this day.

Lemons and Mulberries 2

Lemons and mulberries,
a little acid to elevate
a taste for the sweet—
to remind you
that joy sometimes arrives with a sting.

The perspective you earn
from climbing trees—
beyond scraped elbows and bloodied knees—
is the raw view of courage
and the sky pressed close.

There’s a price in sharing fruit
with a friend:
a piece of yourself
passed palm to palm,
always an open hand.

Wound

To many blows have made a hole

The wound where all the blood 

Of poetry poured out

Onto the ground

Drained she waits 

For desert winds

To dry the tears

Into salty grains

Of rolling sand

Her body wrinkles

And contorts just like 

A tortured scream

Into the night

The moons takes 

Pity the man and turns her

Into the only tree 

That can survive this moral desert

And she reaches out 

An olive branch

Blow

Sometimes you get a very personal blow

To the stomach 

And your are expected to recover and even

Get better

Because they say whatever does not kill,,,

But does it heal?

And what about those football kids who got

Too many blows

What ever happened to their heads

Ministers

Please pray for our souls and keep our dreams

Alive

Offer

If you continue to add

Lively colors into my days

I will write poems 

For your paintings 

And will run to find

A singer in the street

To add his music

In the lower left

Corner

The one that hangs loose

And ready to flow

Out of the frame

With grace 

Though a dance .

This way

The arts will stay

With us 

In the same room,

Will day?

Broken

I have broken 1000 times

In a million pieces

And all it took was you

to swirl by 

in your form of light

From the north

To build me back 

Like a column 

Piercing the sky 

The colder I get 

The more fragile

Can you stay

Long enough

To make me green

Suple and soft

And ready for spring

For I have been long 

hungered for light

Search

November’s ending 

But It sent a beaver moon 

To get us out

With promises of light 

It’s gotten cold and dark

And we are out with flashlights

Looking for ourselves 

When maybe we should 

only hope to find 

Connections

To each other

Pairs

Things should come in pairs 

Like shoes

For symmetry reasons 

And Redundancy 

In case the left foot loses

Optimism

The right can kick things up

Powering through

Realms of quite silences

Or dips of energy

With the minimum

Required energy flow

Until restoration 

Of full power and joy.

Brothers

Writing with friends 

If your own pen is undecided 

Helps smooth the trajectory 

On the floor of the ballroom 

The words align

Sing to themselves

Sooth the listener

Dance in tandem.

limp

Adversity can crash the spirit

not even words come out

and when they do

they walk with a limp.

But if they manage 

to cross the long road

from me to you

why would you

not take them 

and wrap them

with care

for me

because

they may be

the only gift

all year

Shoes

I look around and I see

Small people trying to fill big shoes

Big people trying to fit into small shoes 

The pain of adjusting to circumstances

That never change fast enough

Except for the few perfect ones

The ones that slip into molds

Silvery sisters and brothers

Of all the common

Cinderellas I deeply respect 

And never expect to see wearing 

Shiny, but merely comfortably

Their loving Souls .

Light

Light was flowing gently at an angle 

Upon tormented waves

tickled as they were they sprinkled drops

Through salty half closed eyelids

As they laughed and jumped ashore

Just barely touching at is feet

The sandy one pushed back 

The waves took one more bite

The light tried and tried again

To tame them.

Stay sweet

The 20 miles were rolling up and down

In front of my bike and this guy 

Passed swiftly in front of me

With a pink shirt and totally fit 

And I could read on his back

In plain white the message 

“Stay sweet”.

At the crossroads we stopped

He turned his head back and he said

We are too light

then flew ahead as he smiled

leaving

He said

you will lose your soul if you go

He sighed

watch your step as you walk

He looked

as the light was getting harder

He listened

as the storm started to roar

He asked

will you chose love over war?

biking

The time of magnolias is when biking is best

When old trees work towards filling your lungs 

with fresh air and perfume

When you open your eyes

Because there are hills to climb

Lakes to swim and birds to applaud

For their lively concerts

And lazy mornings to unfold 

Lay upon grasses and rest

thank you

thank you lord for this rainy day

without which i would have not had time

to find joy in the current setting

of the life we were given to live, just once

thank you lord for the rain, scars, and the shadows,

for the silence without which i would never have 

appreciated the desert of pain, the light i have been bathing in 

and the music of the morning birds

thank you lord for this rainy day

when i count my friends round the table, 

and pour bitter coffee in unmatched cups 

as we get ready to sing and sweeten the day

thank you lord, even if i do not know how to pray

i know the night will crack open

and make room for the day

with the hands of love, and force of joy

bring it on, this new day

womens voices

you hear them lament

and you think their voices 

are beautiful and still

too thin

as if they are never enough

to fill the air

to cover the ground

to stand on their own

occasionally there are voices

rising above the chorus

they lift and vibrate

my chords and yours

they speak with an intensity

that makes the mouths of man

speak their words 

willing breaking the bonds

they lift up a storm

and then they fall sweetly

back into the chorus

now that we know

Words

You say fabulous

As I say good morning

And the reality of the day

Turns from inside out

Like a flower and blooms.

Run

If you see an open door 

run through it

push it open and run

into the light

leave your boundaries behind

light fires to the worries

and dream for once

about what lies

beyond the clouds.

Hurt

Hurt is when liars lead

When the word breaks the promise

When there is no spine 

To keep the organism vertical

When truth fall prey to power

And the ones who set value

Only care about money.

Healing is when we get up 

From the mudd we were thrown in

When truth chooses leaders

And they value morals

And morale, when vision

Sets the path to the future

With kindness and where we realise

We have arms strong enough

To embrace it all

Beauty

 Beauty is a woman in pink

Turning her face towards us 

Just as we were thinking 

She was going to leave.

Hope

I hope my love and yours will intersect

Crossing an ocean of neglect 

Illuminating with a spark

The path for the poor sailor’s ark

I hope the songs I sing

Will have the rhythm that you need 

To either lull your sleep

If you are tired

Or to shake your feet 

if you are ready for a lively beat.

I hope that if I happen to be sitting close to you

You will reach to touch my hands

And lift them and the moment 

To the level that pure joy intends .

So much I wish  with hope:

You live in love

And  you give thanks

For Little moments that make up your life

That you give your helping hands to children

Strangers and your friends

And give your ears

To the small voices 

Of the  folk

Who spin your world

Answer

Love calls unannounced 

Sometimes at 2 pm

Sometimes at 9 am

I have never been sorry to answer 

And sometimes I have missed her call

But she was never resentful.

Sometimes she emails 

Her emails read like letters

And sit patiently for up to one week

In my inbox, but get irritated 

If you let them sit for much longer.

I leave my door open and light on

For her especially if it is dark 

Because I know she occasionally 

Stumbles as she seeks to find her path 

Inside she will always bring warmth.

And if you see her crossing your path

Give her, give her whatever you have

In your heart, and she’ll spin 

Your views into art

She’ll shape your arms into hugs 

Your ears into songs

Your legs into dance

And your thoughts into light.

50

I am approaching the threshold of midlife

With the shock of rude awakenings

That power trumps principles 

Loyalty lies with money

And lies are ok to those who talk about equity

Since this is not really about practice, but just theory.

I have spent half of my life 

Romantically trying to change the world

To make it turn around slightly smoother

And it the right way, and was burning in flames

For each one of this engine’s mistakes.

Will I spent the rest of my life being wise 

Trying to turn myself around it?

I could work  for my own peace 

Towards bursting  only in laughter 

Rather than tears 

Try to only burn logs of hope 

for those who who still try to change the world;

Try to learn and sing  the song for Kemal 

With the old man who lived to tell the story 

Of the young cherub who died 

Fighting  other’s fight.

Enough of the fight, half the game

Is already over , now let’s have some fun 

We’ll think more about this

if we have the time tomorrow 

Fingers

With your fingers 

You mindlessly rearrange my hair

And the colors of the rainbow

 Change order .

I can see clearly now 

The path and the flow.

And I let my mind follow

the hands of a clock

Round and round

Dawn to dusk.

Every day I have done

The same race

Ready to fall off 

 get up, brush off, and go;

Until you have come

To set milestones in my life

Centimeter by centimeter

Adding meaning each day.

I watch you growing taller, 

more loving, more curious,

And more independent

And now that you are ready

To fly your own flight

Run your own race

I hope the you find

Somebody to give you aim

And grow all the love

You can grow, like a garden

With beautiful flowers

And colors 

I wish you to find 

Joy in the fleeting moments

And use them To build 

solidly your eternity 

By all standards of measure 

And challenges

Arm yourself with laughter

And walk your path

Bright and light.

I say this to you

Wishing I can comb 

Your wild hairs

And rearrange

The world to make herself 

Better . Or it is on you.

Look

What are you looking for when you look at me

For I am your truthful mirror

I I can work for you 

From this wall looking you straight in the face

Look harder my friend 

And I hope most days you are looking for revelation

Rather than reassurance 

But if you seek this I can help you there too

For I have learned that there are so few of us that care

That you really will only seldom need it

Rather spend your time learning to stand up straight 

And judge fair, the things that matter 

I am here for you and all I can do

Is through back the image you are projecting on me

Echo your sounds and reflect your soul 

Until the magical day

The day I will welcome when you will declare 

you need me no more, And whether you break me or not 

I look forwards to seeing you so happy and large

As if you would have swallowed the moon.

Fear

I am not fearless 

I am a fugitive

Having crossed boundaries

In and out of your sight.

Finding the path 

Has not been easy for me

But when has it been

For anybody.

We are wanderers 

Comers and goers

Artist and doers

Haters and lovers ,

all wrapped 

In one package 

Like the one I have left

at the door.

The fear I have left outside

Like a wet cloak

When you invited me in

And now that we sit by the fire

Please pour me some wine

And a story to warm myself

Because I have been cold

With fever and fear for too long

Color

Would you let me know

If you only see in one color 

Or somebody can

Change your lights on occasion

Making you see that you can 

play multiple cards at one time.

And how does it look from your angle

This twilight

Consumed by its own distant fire,

Do you find it satisfying for your soul

at all?

Would you dare tell

what quenches you

As your gaze rests

With the monochromatic

Unique joker card

In your hand

Don’t rush with an answer.

Don’t blush

Or you may turn 

This gray city 

Into a garden

And we will all drawn

In it’s beauty.

Yellow

 The fire was rolling downhill

Over bright yellow bushes, flowers

And acacia trees

Have you noticed

The forest 

In spite of the dust and the smoke?

Flight and Flight

I am here to pay now

For when I was a woman

And used to read books

I must have drank your words

From the pages you wrote 

And painted  on them 

the sounds of your voice

Without declaring complicity.

You have handed me the book

Where I have found beautiful sketches

So I have bought it from you;

Without authorship rights

And yet wrote within it.

Without fully understanding what was meant

I melted and poured my soul

Like a mist to color its background 

I remember some words

Tasted like champagne 

And their bubbles

Gave me all the oxygen

I needed to rise in the air.

I have since learned to fly

And that if you cannot master the winds

You can at least ride them.

I am now free and at times

hover in circles 

Dancing with currents 

Above this dark lake 

You were harboring in your chest

As you were serving champagne

I have sharpened my sight

In my preparing to hunt

The only thing that is worth

Winning

And even though I am hungry

I need first to quench this thirst 

That burns from within

out and wide through the forest.

I often dive towards the lake

And at times all I manage to take

Is a sip of dark water

Then I push back and take it with me 

And brighten it up in the air

All in the open

Sun or cloud

Please tell me, have I been fair

In paying my debt and doing my work

For the sake of the forest

As the thirsty hawk and the small colibri 

Work together to ease the burden of fire 

 With water brought against current 

And gravity on willful winged winds

To our lake  from the sea.

Life

The long memory of the short lived romans

Casts its shadow upon us

Children of their hopeful future 

Walking on their immortal roads 

We ask today whether 

Killing each other with poisons

And daggers was worth it

A few  days of glory 

When one could have lived long enough

To greet grandchildren 

Rather than eat them

As monsters of time

Eat theirs again and again

the god descending

The god descended from his upper rank

floating on a cloud

his body like a rock

pressed hard by thought

the fingers of the sunrise goddess

Softened his trajectory into a dance

to made him land

first on a wave, and then on sand.

the sailors rescued him,

as he looked like a perfect piece of art,

And they build for him a marble pedestal 

And climbed him up right in the center of their town.

as people and years passed all marveled 

at the beauty of the statue god,

Just as he watched and learned from the mistakes,

 and the achievements of the old and young

After many springs had passed with rains,

 Followed by scorching summers,

after faltering with falls, and standing up to winters 

he had figured out their ways.

As he descended from the pedestal.

He softened his hard skin, he melted muscles,

learned to ache, and fueled by blood,

he walked his path as he was growing wisdom, 

and also growing old.

Along his path he bent to lift up children with his arms,

he hugged the youth pushing them gently forward,

he helped the elder carry on their loads

and at the end, since he turned a human, then he died.

As snow was melting from the odd pedestal,

dripping gently on the ground

a flower rose with shy white petals

announcing a new season starts.

And then the goddess picked him up,

with gracious fingers and restored him

to his godly  perfect form, so that the humans

that have had the chance to meet him

could write up his story, and their descendants

learning about it could look up 

and hope to meet their imperfect , loving god.

Loves

 Love me with cookies and love me with apple pies

With long walks in the forest and short rests

Love me with laughter and love me with pain 

For I want to share with you everything 

That comes or crosses our way.

Love me with music and if you dare

Love me with silences too.

Even when we are not on the same wave 

I know you and I are trying our best

And will get eventually there

As a pair