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In the depths of ancient time, where history intertwines,
Lies a tale of human roots, in mitochondrial lines.
Mitochondrial Eve, a mother to us all,
Her legacy in cells, where tiny powerhouses call.
She lived in Africa, some 200,000 years ago,
A matriarch whose lineage, through generations flow.
Not the only woman then, but her genes did survive,
Passed down through daughters’ daughters, keeping her lineage alive.
In mitochondria, those energy machines,
Her DNA resides, in all our human genes.
A tiny loop of code, in every cell we bear,
A link to our beginnings, a story we all share.
Through migrations vast and wide, her children spread afar,
From Africa to Asia, to lands where oceans are.
Her legacy is global, in every race and creed,
A testament to unity, in our genetic seed.
So when you ponder ancestry, and where you might belong,
Remember Mitochondrial Eve, and her enduring song.
A mother of us all, in science and in lore,
Her story in our cells, forever to explore.
Too often, I fell in love with you, like falling asleep—slowly, then all at once,
my heart warms every time I look at you, my gaze lingers,
every time you walk past, now I find myself always remembering you,
all the love songs and late-night scenarios are covered with thoughts of you.
Yet I wonder, am I helplessly in love, or is it just a fleeting phase?
I lose myself in the magic of moments when our hearts seem to touch in silence,
in every smile, in every gesture, I seek answers in the echoes of my heart,
a melancholic magic intertwines with the desires and hopes that haunt me.
I try to decipher the mystery between us, to understand if our connection is real,
or just a beautiful illusion that will fade in the morning light, like an ephemeral dream.
But every time you think of me, I feel time stop,
and in that infinite moment, I am caught between the desire to love and the fear of losing.
So I let myself be carried by the wave of emotions, by the magic that unites us in silence,
for even if it's just a fleeting moment, it's a moment full of magic and light.
And perhaps, in this journey of the heart, I will find the answer I seek,
an answer that will bring me peace and reveal the true essence of love.
In the dance of love, man and woman unite,
Harmony sought, yet shadows invite.
The devil despises when two hearts align,
For wonders emerge when love intertwines.
Fierce battles waged, arguments endure,
Yet within the struggle, a love so pure.
Listen, and the ship sails smoother,
Faster towards dreams, goals to uncover.
Divorce rates soar, a disheartening trend,
Lost in the maze, souls fail to mend.
Reflection abandoned, a crucial quest,
To find oneself, love's ultimate test.
Love, meant to be gentle, an effortless flow,
Boundaries, labels, complicating the show.
In the simplicity, where love should reside,
Embrace the truth, let the heart be your guide.
Through the star-veiled veil of night where mystery unfurls its cloak,
The eyes of women, beacons flickering on the crests of the cosmic vastness,
I lose myself in their stellar abyss, borne on the wings of veiled darkness,
Like a pilgrim caught in a net of eternal lights, drifting endlessly.
They, eyes in astral flight, are keepers of the secrets of the birth and death of stars,
In the ribbons of nothingness, they weave blazing constellations that burn in the rhythms of silence,
I rise, I sink, in the canvases of rays that cleave the universe apart,
In their orbits, my soul finds its celestial harbor, an oasis of peace in the tumult of the void.
Ah, the night intertwines its soul with the silver of the milky ways,
The eyes of women that bear within them the reflection of lost galaxies,
Call me to dance, cosmic butterflies against a backdrop of stark blackness,
I bathe in their gaze, beneath the quake of time, beneath the whisper of star-swept skies.
Crowned with the aurora of dreaming, they, guardians of the unseen world,
With their eyelids, that flicker, compose symphonies of light, gravitational songs,
Through this maelstrom of sparkles, I feel myself floating, adrift among the night's rays,
In their ocular palace where galaxies are born and die, I, a stranger in the cathedral of eternity.
Floating in the universe, on waves of boundless longing, I drown in the eyes of women who once concealed resplendent nebulae,
I let myself float in the infinity of their arc, where each blink is a blossoming supernova,
A traveler in an ocean of astral glances, in their light I wrap myself, sweet and melancholic,
Through infinity, through eternity, carried by gazes that sculpt my destiny in the canvas of the Universe.
In my emotions, where love intertwines,
There's a tale of a bond that forever shines.
Home isn't just walls or a physical space,
It's found in the connection, a warm embrace.
Becki, my love, a sanctuary you became,
A haven where my heart found rest, and peace.
In your presence, I discovered true bliss,
A treasure I never knew could exist.
Each day with you was like a sweet, tender song,
Our love soared high, so vibrant and strong.
Your laughter lit up the darkest of nights,
Guiding me through life's grandest heights.
Your touch was a gentle, soothing caress,
A love to my soul, a divine tenderness.
Your eyes, like stars, shone so bright and serene,
I found myself in them, a love of my life.
With you, I felt whole, I felt truly alive,
Together we flourished, we learned to thrive.
You were the compass that guided my way,
A beacon of hope, illuminating each new day.
But life can be cruel, with unforeseen change,
And time carried us apart, distant plains.
Yet, the memories remain etched deep within,
A love so profound, it persists, and it still wins.
Though our paths have divided, I'll always believe,
That home is the love we shared, and I grieve,
For the loss of this cherished, sacred bond,
But I carry the essence, forever it'll resound.
So, Becki, my love, wherever you may be,
Know that you'll forever reside within me.
For home isn't a place, but a person so true,
And that person, my dear, will always be you.
Too early in my life it was already too late,
as if the dawn had rushed to bite the edge of the night,
and the stars, those relics of time, had faded before I could grasp them with my gaze,
a journey where the trains depart before I reach the platform,
and my thoughts weave into imaginary journeys through the corridors of memory,
where shadows dance on the walls of my consciousness, whispering to me that
yesterday intertwines with tomorrow in a ball of time
that loses its thread before it can unravel,
and I, a traveler without destination, seek my place in a universe
where every second is a memory of what might have been,
but in this whirlwind of regrets and unfulfilled desires,
I feel my heart beating rhythmically, like a metronome conducting
the symphony of silence within me, and yet, I feel how the quiet
gently embraces me, like an open window to the infinite sky,
where the clouds disperse in a slow dance, carried by the wind that
has already sent me all the letters of unfulfilled dreams,
and perhaps in this labyrinth of thoughts and emotions,
time finds its meaning, and I, wrapped in the nostalgia of moments
that passed before they began, weave my hopes
with the thin threads of memories, knowing that,
too early in my life, it was already too late.
My two eyes view the prize,
As atoms materialize,
Wise to my emotions,
They perform the chosen perspective.
Respective of my beliefs,
They achieve their directive,
Working with the collective,
Erecting a reality.
Gravity the force,
Keeping us on course,
We share it all with the source.
Intercourse with energy,
Is building the entity,
Created to be felt physically,
Viscerally experiencing what you see.
Learning about eternity,
And infinite possibilities,
Feeling everything intensely,
We start creating memories,
Imprinting them in galaxies,
And parallel realities.
The legacy of a timeline,
Intertwines with the Divine,
Yours mixes with mine.
All eyes shining on the prize,
We're seeing a new life rise,
The surprise on the horizon,
A rising son,
Shining light on another one,
Open your eyes and have some fun,
Because the journey is never done,
This prize is for everyone.
Love, waiting to be found like a gentle dove
Turning enemies to companions
In the realm of all emotions, love stands tall
Not jealousy, pride, anger or awaiting our downfall
Your reflection shows our truest selves
One which we cannot hide
And in your embrace, hearts delves
Through trials and tribulations love stays strong
Like a beacon of hope in the coldest night long
Standing pure and true like
A treasure without measure
What a lovely language you speak
Even without uttering a word
I hear the harmony of your sweetest chords
A bond that connects heart to heart never fading, never torn apart
In you we find peace and solace
A joy that will never be erased
You protect, trust, hope and always persevere
Love never fails: it conquers never fall
A bond that intertwines from the depth of our heart.
Delve into your hearts, you will find love always there
God's eternal love, our shining hope
In your arms there's no room to fear
From * to * some lyrics from June in January, songwriters: Leo Robin and Ralph Rainger. A love song played at my parents’ wedding, lyrics apropos to this pandemic and encouragement of offspring. Both my mom and granddaughter share the name June. Mom and Dad were married in January. This poem intertwines my collegiate granddaughter and my mother.
JUNE IN JANUARY
Her personality spectacles, snow white and round, accompanied by a draws-them-in smile. She keeps busy with braille’s colorful yarns. Her fingers adeptly move through this historicity. Tight friends - sorority sisters, musicians and peculiar books. Specially, the twisting of knots that form gifts and friendships, learned at a grandmother’s knees and perfected in perpetuity. Boredom slows the clock but artistry cheerfully challenges the drought, plenipotentiaries practiced alongside her studies. Her fingers diversify, twirl like graceful ballerinas, glide alongside an alternative timeline. Mindset of keeping-it-togetherness, learned with a jettisoned broken arm. The doctor said bones would grow stronger, as they set. She answered the door, handed out Chinese food. Her perpetual performance kinetic from youth. We bow for her as she jumps for joy, joy lingers when she leaves the room. It’s June in January. Her namesake’s song framed in this claustrophobic space, forging forth pathways of importance, erasing the cancerous effects of doldrums and festering pain. June in January blossoms.
*A clouded moon creeps across the clouded sky
Winds of January sigh and moan
And yet it's June.
I can see a sky of blue…
The snow is just white blossoms
That fall from above…
The night is cold
The trees are bare
But I can feel the scent of roses in the air.*
12/21/2020
Ebullient ecstasy cascades carefree
in the winding valley of the teeming time,
changes the tenuous tenor with the reflection
of the chromatic sky in the overflowing palette,
painting the proclivity parchment
with the hues of delighted dawn and dulcet dusk.
On the sensuous convivial canvas of unification,
the emotive artist draws converging contours,
paints the poignant panorama of sensitivity,
where the diverse psychic elements mingle,
perceiving the vibrant essence so long ignored.
Life then turns into the epitome of euphoria.
The mystique miasma of transcendent trance
envelops within the innate mental mantle
the merging perceptions of righteousness,
the contrasting cascade of intuitive persona,
passing through the changing channels carved
in the shifting sands of the stimulating time.
With the multicolored sensory strands
of the possessive passion pervasive,
the mesmerized mind intertwines introspectively
the frail filaments of faith to form
the mental motif shrouding things dismally distant.
Life then turns into the essence of emotion.
As the anastomosing river flows fervent
with the dislodged sediments of the denuded banks,
meets the seamless sea in the timeless terrain,
the mariner mind sails benign with the flow of rapture,
deposits the debris of the wrecked wasteland.
Life then turns into the confluence of consciousness.