Bolivar and San Martin: Guayaquil, Ecuador

Thursday, September 25, 2008

It is Forged Within Her Heart

The living fire breathes life in me once more,
Unlooked for, all my demons are subdued.
O bliss of hope reborn! she has renewed
My strength; my spirit soon begins to soar.
I prayed, and God allowed her to explore
my mind, and see what praise she had accrued,
One day the world will see, I will exude
Acclaim most high for her I most adore.
The future is not certain, we must make
Our dreams come true with patience and with care.
Cast off this idleness! I will partake
In forging my own joy--now my despair
Is fading fast, my soul begins to quake,
She gives me hope beyond the hope of prayer.

The Invocation

At times I fear man is but born to die,
And verily we all shall pass away.
The bliss and strength of youth serve to belie
Our end, which hastens closer day by day.
What is our meaning? Which our destined road?
Can we against the tide of death conspire?
We can when loveliness unmatched is sowed
Within a heart, such beauty can inspire.
I now know whence such perfect beauty came,
And I shall praise her, for I know I must.
Her beauty will not die, she'll live in fame
While all the rest fade quietly to dust.
Come words! your task is to immortalize
Her smile, her grace, the light within her eyes.


The mystery of your existence
sparkles like ecstasy before my eyes,
flooding my world with light.
These images flash in wonder
against the walls of my mind,
and the unspoken words
that I crafted in sleep
rise up to join
the chorus of my praise.

"imagen de luz,"
"la chispa de gracia,"
"placer de mi vida"

During the entirety of my own existence
I have hungered for the
nourishment you now provide.
At every instant, and in all places
I dreamed of the moment
when you would arrive in my arms.


I marvel that such a simple word
could evolve into something so deep.
Two letters now carry the burdensome weight
of all my burgeoning joy.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Coming to Know You

At this moment
I am slightly confused
As to how you exude
such optimism, sincerity, and grace.

There is depth to your words
that belies your beauty,
And beauty in your heart
That defies the limits of my mind.

In coming to know you
I have discovered my greatest joy,
my deepest peace,
and the strongest hope
that I have ever known.

Sunday, September 07, 2008

An Afternoon with Athanasia

My frame of reference dissolves
as the blue from your eyes
enters and overtakes my mind.

Blue the color of longing.

Blue the color of
the afternoon's untarnished sky.

And my universe shrinks
to little more than your features:
Supernovas of golden hair
swirling across infinity,
Absolute energy pulsing
with each word that passes
from your lips.

I wander among the ethereal galaxies
of your eyes, inhaling the azure,
my memory dissipating into
the vaulted stillness of your gaze.