A little gecko
visited me,
making my day,
standing really still,
he hoped I’d go away…
Trying to go unnoticed
he was taking
quite a risk,
I thought I saw
a movement
I even caught him wink…
He brought me
a message,
from the other side,
I asked him to stay for tea,
but sadly
he declined…



“Can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be?”
― Charles Bukowski


She was way too alluring
to go unnoticed,
captured by expressions
of a poet’s diagnosis…
gazing in windows
through breathtaking eyes
she dropped the pretense
the veiled disguise…
of who
she thought
she was meant to be
in someone else’s fantasy…

and the explosion of truth was a supernova,
spilling her wounds of ambrosia…

From darkened quarters
her resistance diffused,
and she radiated the credence of faith transfused…

in confessions, beneath unmasked eyes,
her fluency became immortalized…

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I wrote your name…

“We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

wrote your name in the sands

I wrote your name
into the sands,
on long beaches
where seagulls land…
can you see 
from where you are
my bold strokes, this brief memoir?
The effervescence
of radiant shores,
brings peace and joy
and faith restored… in ripples
of unforgiving tides,
still, flow
deep and wide…
your name
may wash away,
and I’ll continue to celebrate,
Because you’re always on my mind,
most beloved
eternal child…