LadyMoon

Life (By Myself)

Life is like a whisper
A lucky slice to be found
A closed curtain hiding so many secrets
A gloomy lament
A burning, consuming fever
A cry in a tired dream
A mantle of worn-out illusion
A to forget remembering
A dangling pain
An unlocked key
For me

What I know

I found a mountain
I learned about its heart
The tears of its rudeness
Its deep pain
Its majestic sumptuosity
I found a forest
Punished by its aggressivity
Hardened by time
Outraged by silent nomads
So lost, So insecure
I saw the sea
Its beautiful immensity
Its revolt
Its painful murmur, Its farewell song
I learned of the heat that carries the sun
And its overflowing light
I learned about the secrets of the clouds
And its prodigious power
I learned so much, so much more
And yet
I know nothing
Of me

At The End Of The Day

The day was long and tiresome
The fatigue took me some will
I let myself  drive along the seaside
Following  the fading sun

The waves hitting the rocks
With a  lazy softness
Echoing an almost  sensual melody
Like a balm  to my aching soul

I rested my eyes at the sight
Not resisting to the appeal
To feel the sand under my feet
And let myself be involved
In such a magic scene

At the end of the day
That scarlet ball
Was falling into the sea
And the sea rested
In an accomplice murmur
Going seductive to kiss the sand
In a soft caress

The Letter

Friend
I don't know what to tell you
Nothing changed since you left
only that...
Time urges without delay
The leaves have fallen
The birds flew away
The days are smaller
The sun weakens
The faces become taciturn
Clothes are heavier
But nothing changed since you left

The Tide

The wave elevates the prow
And you
You let yourself  go
Arising, always arising

You are enchanted with the mirage
And the wave rises you very high
Throwing your feet foam crystals
You breath deep

You enjoy every second
The magic, the power
They are strong emotions
And you forget what is behind you

The tide changes
The prow is quickly going  down
Making you to follow it
Allowing you to feel new sensations

It is emptying of everything
It is the fall
It is the end of the illusion
It is passing of the equator
For the north pole

Again
The tide changes
The prow arises again
Leaving you behind

The Mask

You've failed Yourself,
It's that mask
You've used it too long
And it went all wrong
You didn't notice You had it on
It is now stuck in You
Nothing can be done

You've used it like a face
You needed it on
You had to look sublime
To prove You were strong
To be undoubtedly to everyone
To wave your glamour around
To shine like a polished armour

Time have passed
Life have changed You
You feel the need to take if off
To learn some sane reality
But You feel weak, defeated
You fear You won't survive
You have no longer the strength

You can't remember yourself
You don't know who You were
Who was there before the mask
No memories were kept
Not even fragments Collected
Just You within the mask.

Friend

In the hand that you extend me
In the smile that dances in your eyes
In the hug that you involve me
In the sweetness of your words
I feel

When you play with my sad face
When you smile at my pessimism
When you listen to me so close
When you caress me in my pain
I feel

Seeing you fulfill  your dreams
Sharing your most deepest secrets
Laughing  at the same joke
And the dark turning  bright
I feel

You are my greatest gift
My biggest treasure

My Friend

The Winner

You discovered the secret
You pressed the exact button
You are happy
You were discovered
You freed yourself
You smile victorious
You dominate the situations
Restraining
You don't make speculations
You speculate yourself
You don't give Yourself  up
You attract
The world is yours
You know to handle it
You demand
With an exact softness
And you win
Your sudden ones flatter you
You fill the arrogant chest
Nobody dares to challenge you
You have the seized sword
You make Yourself being applaud
You are a winner

The Net Predators

Like spiders

The finger talkers

They weave the net

Building the perfect character

Aiming for lonely hearts

And the yet believers

Like twisters

They involve the emotions

In a sensual wording display

Of a goodness “face”

In the simulated drawings

They fill out all the fields

They play in all directions

Knowing most will fall

They take unconditional control

Of a complete surrendering

To their master “hands”

Typing in a sensual motion

Like a perfect predator

The game is far from complete

For how long they can repeat it

Keep all prey under sight

Apart from each others

Making each one believe

To be the special one

“Walking” around the glamour

“Dressed in the most honest purity”

The Angel hands of devil’s heart

Making the believers fall apart

When they wake and realise

They were the toys of that game

The game of the net predators

Time’s Masterpieces

As the most Brilliant Poet
gives time to the Saudade to live
Erases the most saddest of griefs
time writes the lines of life
Imposes penance to what is not love
gives time of loving infinitely
It blinds the science with emotions
passes the more beautiful songs
gives a dream, dreamed or lived

The time is not in a hurry
it does not annoy itself thinking
it observes eternally the life that is created
as who loves and doesn't know
and with that eternal innocence
of whom doesn't have any guilt
it sculpts in the sand, the griefs, the pain
born of nothing at all
and kills violent passions

Of who has the whole time of the world
Time is the rested patience

The Woman In The Mirror

Who is She
The woman in the mirror?
How sad her eyes seem
How tired she looks
Those marks on her face
They are lines woven by life

Who is She
The woman in the mirror?
She is not just a reflection
It seems as if she talks
Talks with her eyes
What are they saying?

Who is She
The woman in the mirror?
That stormy look
I've never seen it
The pain that hurts in them
I can feel it in me

Who is She
The woman in the mirror
She can't be me
I would know if I was She
But somehow I feel
The answer is in me

My Crusades

In the crusade of my life
In this world, I've crossed
I've walked uncertain highways
I've got lost in deserts of doubts
Travelled miles in my thoughts
Between the visions and the illusions...

I've followed the caravan of this life
I've erased so many lines left by time
I've listened to distant voices
Between spaces and deserts
Tied up in the unconscious
Without sense or direction
I got wet from sad rains
I followed my shadow of a figure
And I've cried a lot of times the saudade

From the top of the infinite
From the being of my wanting
I've learned that my life is not a universe
But a simple point of flowing
Of a life
That unceasingly is born in me
That can be that I want...

The life is divine…

© 2007 Fernanda F. Rocha. All rights reserved

The Eyes Of Our Hearts

Its not enough for me

To have my eyes to see you

I see you better with my soul

The peace that my eyes find

When they look at you

Is nothing compared

With the one my heart feels

When it lays on you

I loved you first

Before my eyes had seen you

Only by feeling you

I fell in love with your love

That love of your interior

That touched me through your smile

As a sunbeam

Full of light and love

The happiness that we are

It is also like a sunbeam

It warms us on the outside

And it brightens us inside

Flooding us with love

A story to be told

For all eternity…

The eyes of our hearts

Loose Words

If my words had thought

They could write themselves

Writing my thoughts

Speaking about my feelings

In their own words

They would portray my memories

If they wrote themselves

They would also speak about you

Of how you fill my thoughts

Of how you command my heart

They would say how beautiful is to love you

But they don’t write themselves

They talk with me of everything

And then they leave

Not worrying about my feelings

A few, sometimes, get loose

They get lost before I memorize them

Others, take the feeling with them

Leaving me with empty hands

Sometimes I walk among them

I pick the ones that were fallen

I begin to join them

Building new words

These are my loose words…

These are fragments of my feelings…

My Muse

My muse is poetry
mind, soul in a woman's body
she adorns words so beautifully
with her sensual pen
touching my heart so deeply

My muse is a river
Flowing through me passionately
bringing such powerful emotions
that I thought I'd not again feel

My muse is the wind
she whispers to me without a voice
soothing my pain
allowing me to dream

My muse is the sea
sumptuous, generous, heartfelt
letting me sleep in her tide
caressing me with her soft murmur

My muse is a mermaid
she wanders the sea
her inner voice is so magical
I cross oceans to hear it

© Fernanda F. Rocha. All Rights Reserved
2006/11/07

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