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Lynda Ferrer
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I sat that night inside the old lightless tower,
It was time to wait, the solitary blessed hour.
The sea curled black with emotion in the blindest sky ,
confusing cells destroyed with pain in absent mind.

Bright star’s twinkle reflected in my tan, reddish eyes.
Stars slide escaping truths, seeking where none lie.
The moon appeared slowly frowning at the solitary night ,
but then observed and winked with its eyeless eye.

Venus’ dance exploited in her twilight dress,
this ,the dreary night held in my swollen chest.
All the fainted memories tear down in distress,
mainly the cherished ones, the bouquet of the best.

Memories of love laid in the blackest skies,
you slept in the darkness of my ancient mind,
opening golden gates of endless time,
caressing words of wisdom with sweet lullabies.

The horizon still awaits our mournful, harmonious cry,
two souls in ecstasies together when the midnight arises.
People comment this appearance in the midnight sky,
the vision of two spirits
meeting in each other there every night.
Author Lynda Ferrer
Hatillo, Puerto Rico
©LF/2012


Appearance

I sat that night inside the old lightless tower,
It was time to wait, the solitary blessed hour.
The sea curled black with emotion in the blindest sky ,
confusing cells destroyed with pain in absent mind.

Bright star’s twinkle reflected in my tan, reddish eyes.
Stars slide escaping truths, seeking where none lie.
The moon appeared slowly frowning at the solitary night ,
but then observed and winked with its eyeless eye.

Venus’ dance exploited in her twilight dress,
this ,the dreary night held in my swollen chest.
All the fainted memories tear down in distress,
mainly the cherished ones, the bouquet of the best.

Memories of love laid in the blackest skies,
you slept in the darkness of my ancient mind,
opening golden gates of endless time,
caressing words of wisdom with sweet lullabies.

The horizon still awaits our mournful, harmonious cry,
two souls in ecstasies together when the midnight arises.
People comment this appearance in the midnight sky,
the vision of two spirits
meeting in each other there every night.
Author Lynda Ferrer
Hatillo, Puerto Rico
©LF/2012

Have I ever told you that I love you

Have I ever told you that I love you
Like a flower in May
on a rainy day
Where teardrops stay

Have I ever told that I love you
When all is gone
You’re the melody
My only song

Have I ever told you that I love you
When nights are cold
You’re the warmness
Of my soul

Have I ever told you that I love you
Until the sun comes down
And meets the horizon
On the ground

Have I ever told you that I love you
In every way
You’ll be in my heart
To the end of my days.
LF/RR/2016

Dead



The wilderness of your tears

touch my heart slightly

While your kisses kiss my lips

tenderly and lightly


The eternal bliss of desolation

offers my heart

little or no consolation


The mournful days of silence

calm the cries of my tomorrows

The wrinkled leaves fall

in the ageless nights of sorrows


As the dawn rays bathe my soul,

I miss your tender words

once more but my deaf ears hear no more

I can’t tolerate anymore


My blind eyes can’t perceive,

the magical beauty of your face

and more than all the worst part is

my love is a lost case.


When I try to touch you near

You tend to disappear

I shouldn’t have love you too much darling

and less continue here.

Copyright/published/2012LF



Woman of Sand

I became sand
woman of sand not man
body and my heart
All fell down..

Little by little the wind
blew each grain
dissolving me
Into nothing to be

The particles scattered
departing the sand
no one was there
To hold my hand

So me my heart
And I
Dissolved high in the sky
leaving me never to be

Only the wind
Whispered my return
as it followed me
the lonely sun burned
By© Lynda Ferrer RR/2014


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My Poem recital in song
Woman of Sand (MP3)
https://soundcloud.com/wrenchbiscuit/woman-of-sand?utm_source=soundcloud&utm_campaign=share&utm_medium=facebook

Image by Modi74: http://pixabay.com/en/sand-sculpture-s…ulpture-art-716645/


(Lyrics by wrenchBiscuit)

Woman of Sand ... not man
I've seen the better days
Slip through my hands
Tears on a footprint talk
Telling sad stories where the Sandpipers walked todayWoman of Sand
poem

(Poem by Lynda Ferrer)

Woman of Sand

I became sand
woman of sand not man
body and my heart
All fell down..

Little by little the wind
blew each grain
dissolving me
Into nothing to be

The particles scattered
departing the sand
no one was there
To hold my hand

So me my heart
And I
Dissolved high in the sky
leaving me never to be

Only the wind
Whispered my return
as it followed me
the lonely sun burned
By© Lynda Ferrer RR/2014

Will You Love her
Ode to the old

Will you love her when she's old
when her hair is white as snow
her face loses daytime glow

Will you love when she can't walk
in a bed and can't talk

Will you love her
when she can't hear
understand all is fear

Will you love her
when she cries
through her pain
on her side

Will you still love her
when she dies
visit her tomb
where her rests lie


Will you keep her memory alive???

Will you love her forever more??

Will you love her…………..

By Lynda Ferrer/cr/2013

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My Poem recital in song
Woman of Sand (MP3)
https://soundcloud.com/wrenchbiscuit/woman-of-sand?utm_source=soundcloud&utm_campaign=share&utm_medium=facebook

Image by Modi74: http://pixabay.com/en/sand-sculpture-s…ulpture-art-716645/


(Lyrics by wrenchBiscuit)

Woman of Sand ... not man
I've seen the better days
Slip through my hands
Tears on a footprint talk
Telling sad stories where the Sandpipers walked todayWoman of Sand
poem

(Poem by Lynda Ferrer)

Woman of Sand

I became sand
woman of sand not man
body and my heart
All fell down..

Little by little the wind
blew each grain
dissolving me
Into nothing to be

The particles scattered
departing the sand
no one was there
To hold my hand

So me my heart
And I
Dissolved high in the sky
leaving me never to be

Only the wind
Whispered my return
as it followed me
the lonely sun burned
By© Lynda Ferrer RR/2014

To Meditate

Why

Why does a flower grow without rain

a abandoned dog in pain

an elder no company a shame

a child in war no peace

where people live then die

does any hear their cry


Why is life so unfair

to those who choose suicide

ignoring whose at their side

emotions all untied


Why the homeless in the streets

no one there to meet

drugs the consolation

their love and melody


The world a sad condition

where ignorance is the light

a blind conditioned sight

the world turning not right

LF/2017/RR
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