Migration of Thought

To balmy clime from wintery grip

You’ve traveled to and fro

And every time you made the trip

My heart would follow so

Back and forth your venturing

Had wisened the naïve

Thus assuaged indenturing

My heart upon its sleeve

You travel where I cannot pass

You also form duration

Of moments when I must amass

My heart for new migration

As I Sojourn

Turn a corner, see anew

Perspectives I’ve been wasting

Let the flavors then accrue

A sample for my tasting

Honored Guest

Hello, step in, and sit right down

Glad to have you come around

Let me offer you a drink

A bite to eat, now, let me think

When was the last we had a chat

A little talk of this and that

It seems forever since we spoke

Or shared a tale, a laugh, a joke

We’ve fallen out of touch it’s true

Time for a coffee or a brew

Please let me make just one request

To finally be your honored guest

Mi vida eres tú

Looking through old photos

I can’t stop the flow of tears

As I see you less and less

Throughout the passing years

I can only sit and wonder

How your life goes on sin mí

And every day’s an exercise

In life without esprit

When will come our moment

To make one life from two?

When will you finally realize?

Mi vida eres tú

Upon a Swell

What could it be that you possess

It captives, I must confess

A turn of phrase, a shift of thought

The gale in which my soul is caught

Your word reflects an ancient rhyme

That bends the light against the shine

Like setting sun upon a swell

To stave off melancholy's yell


Reverie

The stories of a coastal life once told to me

Come flowing back upon a reverie

'long blistering shores of sprawling northern lake.

Fond memories I never will forsake.

A gentle breeze, though salty not it be,

Brings whispers of that past comradery,

Where anecdotes of distant youth abound

Of joyful times with closest friends around.

The white sails spike up through the steely hue,

As pricks of sentiment such daydreams oft imbue.

And I, reposed on sultry grain-ed beach,

Am jarred from thought by memories of our breach.

Reverie 2

As couples walk and children play
The waves a gentle, easy sway
The beach the same, my thoughts are too
And all I do is think of you

The closest heat I get to passion
Is sweltering clime of this same fashion
Relief from it that never dawns
Tethered strongly to your bonds

Oh when will sweet release arrive
To loose its grip and me revive
This agony must surely end
And with it our connection mend

Rare Sighting

The slow approach to autumn’s chill

Finds me deliberating still

The glide to humid midday lull

And morning’s edifying cull

Amid the haze of white and gray

Rare sighting to which thought does stray

In contemplation’s scope I’m held
Of needing life's essential meld


Reminders

Reminders of what used to be

Away with thought do carry me

And safely written by to keep

To treasure when I want to weep

They once existed, yes they did

Despite your wont to keep them hid

But I know that they did indeed

No matter if you have their need