With my fingers I write and with my mind I paint

 

With my fingers, I write and with my mind, I paint

 

There are songs hanging in the trees with the silver the moon holds.

Singing the melody of the heart until I close my eyes and you set me free.

Every note turns into letters which melt into longer sentences.

Without carrying the weight to my weakened knees.

The sunshine rises like butter in the sky spreading the warmth of whispers.

I never knew the secrets before me of a magical sunset before my dancing eyes.

And I bled tears from the sky.

Watching over you always my heart sent.

While it aches I tried to sing happy songs for you holding my hand.

Now I feel freedom.

But still, a prisoner of the earth weighted down by my eyelids.

And I hear your breath and the heartbeat so real always held together by warm memories.

And there is a sign sent so lovingly with a dove’s feather floating twirling in my mind’s eye.

It’s never too late.

Just the right moment always the right moment in time.

And I sent dreams falling from the clouds.

And you stirred them high and low.

And I slept softly on a rainbow of silk.

A comforting touch with a gentle embrace.

I sent a message from the wind into the trees.

A star sparks your name across the sky.

And my heart skips a beat.

The watercolor sunset you sent dripped into my essence.

I cry of joy of knowing.

I did not plant those trees on the mountains so tall.

I did not take my own breath away seeing such a majestic feast to the eyes.

Touch my soul with every flake of snow.

So individual and so made of oneness.

A painting paints itself in my mind.

Each stroke like none before.

I shed dew drops into the dawn.

Little morning mirrors.

And the raindrops dried into the ether.

I fear life, not death.

And my wings are left to do battle.

 

 

 

 

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To catch a star

 

 

To catch a star

There is a lullaby sung long ago in the silence of the universe.

Rocked by the sea in a mermaids tail under the dark veil of night.

Pendants of stars hung by the ceiling of the sky illuminates our journey in the darkest recesses of our lives.

Crossed over I call out to the one I lost grabbing my own star.

We sit.  We ponder.  We sigh.  We wonder.  We cry.  Humanity asunder.

The clouds sew themselves together and blanket the lost souls who have wandered in the dark forest of their dreams.

Lightning strikes our thoughts and a frenzy of incendiary images set themselves to our minds dissolving the images by the gentle raindrops that soothe our essence and flows back into the rocking sea where a mermaid’s tail waits once again.

The cycle.

A message to send,

Waiting to ascend and within us, our gardens to tend.

Love is all there ever was and is.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sweet songs of the earth

 

 

Sweet songs of the earth

 

She woke me from my solitude

With her soft whispering songs.

That gave me a soul lift.

With wings for which I long.

 

She sang for who would listen.

Her music became ever so sweet.

Her voice crystal clear.

Her songs in my essence to keep.

 

On white fluffy clouds, I dream.

My slumber is peaceful and sound.

My heart cradled in love.

Her new melody is found.

 

 

 

 

 

Hard to wrap your mind around it but he can do both voices

Marcelito “Mars” Pomoy (born September 22, 1984) is a Filipino singer, known for his ability to sing in both tenor and soprano. He is the grand winner of the second season of Pilipinas Got Talent.[1][2]

The singer’s higher-pitched “female” voice is praised by critics, though his flawed diction and propensity for technical errors have left reviewers less impressed.[3]

 

The wings that lift

 

 

The wings that lift

 

Oh! Butterfly come fly with me.

With your stained-glass wings.

A kaleidoscope playing in the sun.

Come to me butterfly.

Come tell me your story.

With my essence in my shadows.

Oh! Butterfly.

Take wing with my soul.

Butterflies stitching my dreams.

In beautiful fluffy clouds.

That lets rain be my tears.

Cascading down into a stream.

Carrying me to new destinations.

Your wings are wings that lift.

Oh! Butterfly come fly with me.

 

 

An awaken destiny

 

 

An awaken destiny

 

My eyelids opened to a new universe crunching my past lives into tomorrow’s destiny that calculated

the reincarnation to precision.

The law of one.

It took a falling leaf to tell me….

I got a call from my soul when you made yourself invisible.

The dark was of light and the light was of darkness in a dimension gone wrong.

Now my hands are tied to express myself freely.