• luminous,  moon,  night,  poem,  poetry,  scent

    He seeks your scent at night

    He seeks your scent at night, he craves your eyes. And the heart that inhabits your head has become a sun that yawps in the horizon of your dreams. You seek his nose breathing the Ocean of Love, waiting for your flaming hair, melting with the desert’s jubilant fruit. Your body is no longer a forgotten sanctuary buried in dust, but a rapturous flower blossoming in eternal smile. And you wish your human voice would rather sing undiscovered words, crying an invincible song that overtakes the overtaken, master the powerful, soften the softest, cure the sane, enlighten the wise. The great mystery of your soul lies wide open in a…

  • alone,  Freedom,  God,  literature,  love,  poem,  sun

    I was born to be alone

    This is a poem I wrote two years ago, it talks about solitude as a good thing, as something to be enjoyed and celebrated. I hope you like it, if you do, let me know. I was born to be alone To sail the stars upon the storms To ride the mountains with my soul To scream and sing the Song of God To sense the things no one will feel To Name the Scent of Freedom, to create the Code of Freedom To see the invisible To walk across a naked lake infatuated with the moon dancing with the night at a private banquet where everyone has been invited…