The Secrets of the Trees

My Spot in Aguadilla - Wilderness

These are the secrets the trees have kept.

A Summer Night on the Cliff

Above us curve the shooting stars
The tree branches surge and swing
The cold gray night smells sweet
We remain unseen
We glow like the beacon in the midst
Our fire fades within its keep
We find ourselves adrift
Abandoned to the whims of circumstance
We knew nothing of what would come
Or where time would take us
Every certainty suddenly drifted out of our reach
We sighed, we talked, we tried to hold on,
We shared all we knew, all we felt
The last summer night under the moons glow

Lovers

The old trees stand crooked across the road.
The early moon rises in the orange sky.
The night soon becomes cold
But the veins are engorged with flames.
A naked body arching its back
In praise perhaps of its form and state
Until in the morning they dissipate.

Once in a Blue Moon

Once in a Blue
Visions of future times
May elite, for those,
Who share their undying souls with us.

Once in a Blue Moon
Secrets of our past we no longer hold
For those, who no longer remain with us.

Once in a Blue Moon
The present becomes
Frozen for a moment, for those,
Who share the night with us.

Once in a Blue Moon
We forget who we are
And all begins to fade away.

Once in a Blue Moon
We are reborn
We become aware
A new perspective we gain.