Tangerine-seas quench my day-parched soul,
With the hope that maybe tomorrow,
Will find it new and whole.
As the sun descends and light fades out,
I inhale deeply of it’s sweetness,
And expunge any doubt.
For the night is coming…time to sleep,
And dream of new, better tomorrows,
Yet, first I’ll drink and weep,
For the yesterday which burns away…
In the horizon.
K. Aldaya, 8/25/17
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Under a cold and somber spell,
We stand two worlds apart;
Yet though the world’s taken my life,
It will never take my heart!
The heart which loved and cared for you.
A heart which felt love’s sting;
Which beat the bitter tides of fate…
Back, for awhile to sing.
We can not go back now,
For life ever moves on;
And we must move on with it.
Cling tightly. Hold on…
To hope and future happiness.
In times of change, to feel,
No matter how hurt we are:
Even broken hearts may heal…
Knowing that love goes on.
—-We take it with us.
K. Aldaya, 8/10/17
I have never been of noble birth,
Nor lived a wealthy life.
Yet you filled my days with love and mirth,
And though we had our share of strife;
You gave your everything.
Though I was not born into love,
Or cherished as some jewel.
You taught me I was worthy of love,
And though I’ve always been a fool;
You loved me regardless.
And no matter what the days may bring,
We will remember still,
The life we shared together, and sing,
Our odes of love and hope which will,…
Sound, long after our time.
K. Aldaya, 7/27/17
Forget about the girl who said what no one wished to hear.
Go on. Pretend she never existed;
Yet someday…in some distant year,
When you least expect it,
You may hear,
A voice ring out and speak to you.
You may find the voice persisted.
‘Neath the echoes of cars and trains moving through time you hear;
Below the beeps, clangs, bangs, and caterwauls…
Her voice. Onward you pace and veer,
Through the streets she stalks you;
Drifting near.
Walking in the steps, behind you.
Listen, in silence a voice calls…
“I was here…
………….I was here.”
K. Aldaya, 7/25/17
Hope-May Spring went outside to sing,
And play among the flowers.
Her days were spent frolicking,
And dancing ‘way the hours,
In the sun.
One day she walked upon the stage,
To sing her song aloud.
She stepped bravely across the stage,
And sang out strong and proud:
Joyously.
Applause rang out through the room,
And Hope-May was o’erjoyed,
To have touched hearts within that room,
Her smile could not avoid…
Joining in.
Joy can’t last forever though,
And no story is so kind,
For as soon as it was time to go,
Her mother voiced her mind:
“Not the worst”.
Strangers praised her performance,
Yet her mother looked on sternly.
Her songs could never seem to dance,
Their way in mother’s heart to free…
Approval.
Through the years she heard no praise;
Nor laud. Nor compliment.
And soon she felt her mother’s gaze,
Was always there and sent…
Shivers down.
Ah, that voice was always there.
Always echoing: “Never enough!”,
Until the joy she used to share,
Sang out soft and gruff;
And empty.
Her joy, her mother ate it all;
Served with criticism and jeers.
Hope-May ate the meals all,
And swallowed down her tears…
In silence.
Hope-May Spring used to sing.
It’s said she sang quite well;
Though now she does not like to sing,
Nor does she ever tell…
Of her heart.
Though sometimes she dreams secretly,
Of those days so long ago,
When her heart was given joyously,
And hope could freely flow;
From her veins.
Hope-May Spring will sometimes sing,
And smile vacantly;
Though if you listen to her sing,
You’ll hear a sad and desperate plea:
“Where is Hope?”.
K. Aldaya, 7/13/17
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 