GRIEVANCES
Sweet memories wafted by thy gentle waves,
Smiles from the past, tears today.
from the streams of time I turn up my sail
Off up this reality, I want to fly new seas,
To view the fairy haunts of long lost hours,
The illusion of living a dream.
I dream far beyond this misery life,
Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers.
Delightful memories, I dream riding home
guided by the torch-lights of fireflies,
Trees placed clothing the ground,
Flowering today, withering tomorrow,
reaping sorrow from the hearts,
grievances from a life long lived.
Memories excavated from the past,
Tears sprouting from the heart,
Feelings from a dark lost soul,
Writhing in the agony.
Insights come from doubts,
Eternity is the sum of all parts,
I want my heart filled with joy, the salvation provided by faith,
The truth from the words, secrets of the origin revealed,
And the word become flesh,
Born again to live anew, the everlasting life
Within the circle of existence,
Trying to manage the unmanageable.
A slowly bloodily forged unity from darkness,
Early twilight of life, I can see the way out.
I´m tired of this body, my time is coming.
I need to go, I want to be,
This flesh will become earth, dust of time.
I have dreams in my tattered heart,
my past is already being dreamed up from tomorrow.
Struggling to survive the storm.
I wish I could live long enough to see the future.
But I come from a long walk through uncertain paths,
My tired legs, my weary foot, my wounded heart
bleeding from the sins of my life,
taunted by darkness and fears.
Hearken to the past, the aftermath of my choices,
from a long way of tears and smiles.
I asked the earth to light my heavy foot in my journey home,
I was stuck in the bitterness of my memories,
eyes blurred by delusions,
A vessel shipwrecked, a heart crumbled,
I asked the wind to take away my burden
free me from the heavy feathers that bind me to the ground.
Nourish my soul with poetry,
I Close my eyes and ask the breeze to sing me a song of hope.
seal the memories in my heart, I want to cry.
the ridge that hold me from the edge,
Burn the thorny weeds and thistles
In the flame of love, purify my soul.
I asked the clouds to paint me a dreamscape.
No ego but humility, forgiveness,
I asked the rain to wash away my fears.
Wake up my dreams from the old chamber of repose,
I was wasting life in wrong questions.
I asked the stars to answer me my doubts,
Undress me the lies, the truth revealed
And the word become flesh,
Life is long, life is short, there´s time,
I want to cry…
