Best Song Mystery Poems
to my son, Tito
A handful of sand in the angel's palm,
how often you strummed and sifted the metaphor
of Long Beach (since you were four and rolled
and unrolled and jotted down the specks of time
as if you knew what was behind the flimsy skies
that threw your quantum song asunder).
Inspired by song "Mystery Of The Heart"
of Hughes Turner Project (Album 1)
In the flushing garden path
we walked entranced,
the scarlet sun with the spectrum of dawn
held us within the sequined mist
of the sparkling sky.
You saw my heart contoured
by the crimson curves of mystique cloud,
but not for very long,
for the rainstorm dissolved the sky,
you disappeared beyond the rainbow arch.
Over the waves of the desert dunes,
we trudged with rhythmic excitement,
until on reaching the verdant oasis
you melted away like mirage,
swept away by the desert storm of yearning,
stowed in opaque oblivion.
On the silver sands of the deserted dunes
we traced the entwined fervent footprints.
The rolling sand waves adorned
the pearly lattice on your ivory feet.
As the tide of time erased my trail,
you now walk with poignant impulse
through the miasma of cascading moonbeam
that has enveloped my love for you.
The dazzling dawn of my desire veneers
your heart’s horizon with halcyon hues,
spreads the sunburst tinges
of my timeless longing for you.
Your emotive spectrum of colour
painted a long time ago,
the panorama of the golden garden
in my heart’s canvas,
blooming with the luster of love, now lost.
Flowing in the captivating current
of your magnetic attraction,
my possessed passion sails
to the moonlit bay of beguiled splendor,
where your elfin image embroiders
the constellation of stars in the sky
of my furtive heart,
where I preserve the stellar shine.
On the trail of sorrow I trudge my life through,
wander aimlessly in the wasteland
of waning memory of the time past.
The splinters of my mystique heart sigh silently,
searching for you in the ruins of crumbled dreams,
as the sparkle of your smile
still lingers lighting up the desolate garden path,
wrapped with the wilted leaves of winter.
Their rustle echoes your songs for me,
long lost beyond the still shore of silence.
When in the seraphic spring
you’re embraced by euphoric exuberance,
you will never know
the secrets of my pining furtive heart,
how much it misses your world,
where I want to be before I walk the last mile.
Oh!
What kind of lovely the stars are in August!
They are big and very bright,
Like eyes full of joy,
Like ripe grapes.
Oh!
What kind of the sky is in August!
And the wind is so warm and kind
The mystery of last flowers’ love,
The mystery of the most tender lips in the world!
Inspired by Glenn Hudges song " Mystery of the heart"
The splendorous crown of my fervent heart,
twinkles with the tinsels of cerulean night,
your yearning gleams with an enticing tinge,
suffused with sequins of the silver moon.
I feel the tempting soothing touch
of your subtle mesmeric charm,
but you drift away out of my sight
like autumn cloud across the sky of my dream.
As my love glows in the wilderness,
I sense enthralled in the core of my soul,
the last embrace of the amorous moon dust,
drizzling with the patina of your grace.
In my passion sea the rapture waves shine
like the swirling pearls of your smile,
the moonbeam lattice of your charm,
sparkles in my enchanted essence.
My heart becomes a memory montage,
the perceptive pattern of heavenly love
shapes the enticed images of lovely collage,
the mirror of my heart reflects your beauty.
You remain within me as a shadow,
fused with the darkness of my heart hollow,
how many candles of love I will light
to see your face again, you won’t know.