Speed of Light

Spinning quickly like a beam of light,
Powerful changes unfolding so quickly…
Even electrons and nuclear fusion… cannot…
Eeven begin to happen this fast.
Do I trust?
Or do I fear?
Fear leads to death…
Love leads to hope.
I choose to trust,
Going where my Love wishes me to go…
He has orchestrated this process,
To refine and to grow me.

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Reflections …

Looking through a bay window,
A woman contemplates.
Her view…
A bay surrounded by pines,
At sunset.
Her face is one of deep thought.

Clothed in bathrobe,
Her beautiful grey eyes are accentuated.
Brown, wavy, hair and olive skin tone,
Highlight her athletic features.
Her eyes are confused and sorrowful.

The sceene shifts ahead,
And a handsome, powerfully built,
Black haired, green eyed man,
Enters the room.
He is wearing boxers and nothing else.

He pauses…

And his eyes fill with concern,
And compassion.

He waits…

And waits…

And waits…

Giving his wife her space.

Finally, he approaches her softly,
And embraces her from behind.
Her arms stay crossed,
but she finds comfort in his embrace.

Whispering in her ear,
He asks…
“What’s wrong, my love?”

She hedges…

“What’s going on, Sofia”

Again, she hedges…

And again…

His patience is wearing thin…

Turning her to face him,
And lifting her chin to look into his eyes,
He says…
“Sofia, don’t hide from me… What’s going on?”

“Gabe…it’s not you, but it is you…”

His eyes fill with more concern.
“What is it?”

Finally it comes out…

“Gabe… I wasn’t a virgin when we married, but you were… I don’t deserve you.”

I wasn’t a virgin when we married, but you were… I don’t deserve you.”

I don’t deserve you.”

She describes his positive qualities,
And makes her argument about her unworsthiness…

He says…
“No,  no my love…. I don’t see you as your previous self.
I see you for who you are and the beautiful woman you are becomming…
Nothing you’ve done could make me love you less. I love ALL of you…”

The light bulb slowly lights in her mind…

She weeps….

Recognizing his love for her..

They weep…

She kisses him…

Initiating depth of romance.

A beautiful melody of intimacy ensues….

Even after the dawn…

Sailing into their beautiful future…

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Guest Poet: Charles Baudelaire

Les Chats

Les amoureux fervents et les savants austères
Aiment également, dans leur mûre saison,
Les chats puissants et doux, orgueil de la maison,
Qui comme eux sont frileux et comme eux sédentaires.

Amis de la science et de la volupté
Ils cherchent le silence et l’horreur des ténèbres;
L’Erèbe les eût pris pour ses coursiers funèbres,
S’ils pouvaient au servage incliner leur fierté.

Ils prennent en songeant les nobles attitudes
Des grands sphinx allongés au fond des solitudes,
Qui semblent s’endormir dans un rêve sans fin;

Leurs reins féconds sont pleins d’étincelles magiques,
Et des parcelles d’or, ainsi qu’un sable fin,
Etoilent vaguement leurs prunelles mystiques.

Charles Baudelaire

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The Ocean

I see you… blue, black, green,
And sometimes clear as crystal.
Your roaring calms me and sometimes,
It frightens me.
You are beautiful and terrible,
And altogether fascinating.
You separate us and unite us,
And your beauty is astounding.
I love walking by your shores,
And smelling your sweet fragrance,
Or boating on you,
And feeling your presence.
Swimming, diving, dancing…
Your waves attract me,
And draw me close.
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Guest Poet: Miguel Arteche

La luz bajaba desde la colina.
El sonido de un tren, un paso que he perdido.
Juventud, herida de otro tiempo,
te alejas soñolienta
como una verde lámpara sepultada en la noche…

Algo silencioso
estaba junto a mí. La lluvia
penetraba los techos perfumados.
Juventud, perdiste tu campana antigua,
tu yelmo mágico,
tu vara transparente.

Ésta es mi habitación. Ésta tu llama.
Éste el vestido. Ésta tu cintura.
‘Tu nombre’, dijiste, ‘se ha perdido en la sombra.
Búscalo más allá, detrás de las colinas’.

Era yo el que cantaba.
Nadie ha de saciar nuestro encuentro perdido.
Me perdí en el bosque. Partiste a los canales.
La luz bajaba desde la colina.

Miguel Arteche

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Oh Wonder…

Your eyes are on me,
And my heart seems to stop.
You see right through me,
I am exposed…cut to the heart.
In that moment your love invades,
And I am empowered by you.
How do I feel when your eyes gaze at me?
Do I realize the way you move me?
Oh my sweet love, I cannot fathom you…
you are bigger than my understanding,
And your heart beats for me….
You are high and I am lowly…
Who can compare to you?
You are the true definition of all that is pure,
And love’s definition itself.
Oh that I would love you more fully,
And know you more truly…

Engulf me with you, my love…
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