11/23/2005

LA NATURALEZA Y YO

 

Symphony Of The Sea
by Alwye

The smoky breath of Poseidon,
Billowing over wintered wings.
Gracefully touched by ice maidens,
Silent thoughts magically sing.

The mother's crystalline wine,
Flows over verdant isles.
Glimmering like an ancient shrine,
A mirror expanding endless miles.

A melody floats upon the tides,
Lingering within cool sprays.
Upon creamy foam the tune rides,
And silver notes gently raise.

Sweetened with an aqua hue,
The mermaid song plays on.
Secrets of the depths are viewed,
Unlocked by the coming dawn.

A symphony soars within the light,
Sea nymph voices floating high.
Within the sound I hear her might,
Echoing where ocean meets sky.

The crystal opera begins to fade,
Becoming now a hymn of the sea.
Memories fall in a final cascade,
Reminding that the song shall always be.

 

I love you, stranger being who meddles in my life.

I love you, poetic stranger who creates magic.

I love you, sad eyes who paint life with words.

I love you, unknown one with the smile.

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10/03/2005

I PLANT THE TREE OF LIFE

medium_old_20tree_20west_20coast.jpgI PLANT THE TREE OF LIFE AND THAT IS WHY NO ONE CAN TAKE IT FROM ME.

The Tree of Life, in the Book of Genesis, is a tree whose fruit gives everlasting life, i.e. immortality. After eating of the Tree of Knowledge, of good and evil, the story goes, Adam and Eve are exiled from the Garden of Eden. Fearing Adam and Eve will also eat of the tree of life and become immortal, God sets angels to guard the entrance to the Garden.

The mystical "tree of life" of Kabbalah is a deeper way of understanding the nature of God. Plant it in your life, search for God, do good, be fair, meditate, and love all things.

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08/22/2005

WAITING ASHORE

Cold as the northern winds
In December mornings,
Cold is the cry that rings
From this far distant shore.

Winter has come too late
Too close beside me.
How can I chase away
All these fears deep inside?

I'll wait the signs to come.
I'll find a way
I will wait the time to come.
I'll find a way home.

My light shall be the moon
And my path - the ocean.
My guide the morning star
As I sail home to you.

Who then can warm my soul?
Who can quell my passion?
Out of these dreams - a boat
I will sail home to you.

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