Isle of Freedom

A thousand lamps floating on water
Like pearls scattered on black drape
With mist wrapped to gift someone
Enough hope to flee for freedom.
Some burn all night, some defy later;
The lamps are like our hearts filled
With memories of the past that moan
And hope to reach the mystery dome.

Beauty beats its wings over this calm
Cuddling water with darkness all around,
To fly beyond the mundane desire
And reach the isle of freedom profound.
I have but apparitions of this unseen isle
And tales that lure to make this flight
And meet those flattering wings around.

There are bushes of yellow and green,
Soft and moist soil to move gentle desire.
There are wings all around beating clean,
Colossal fervors to amuse immortal fire.
Under the oak I loved will sit for awhile
And draw from around to make my home.
I will tread someday among these birds
And meet life on this isle of freedom.

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An invitation for Life

There is an island not far from here,
Above the errors of time and beyond.
No life so no death; and no fear
To lose as all that is gained or found.
I am in darkness but still can see
The apparitions I wished years before.

In that island there are books of love;
And legends smoothly move around.
Tales that I have read long before
Stand with serene smile and profound.

Who says there was a mistake?
Who says we were friends?
Mountains stand tall side by side,
And never whisper their agony.
This height they have reached,
In solitude they will break.
Now there is no return,
Now there is no correction.
Time is the only truth that stands.

I will write till I live,
And I will sing aloud.

What harm can I do in these times,
With a wretched house, broken rhymes
And a defeated soul that can’t sing?
I will like sit on the stone
And like Oedipus narrate to all;
The romance in the air and hymns,
Graduate every soul to love more.
Peace is the boat and dream an oar,
To reach that island of Love.
We will be together on that voyage,
We will live and love forever.

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