Love helps us grow,
And reach the heights,
Of self-accomplishment…
And lends its sights,
On humanities betterment;
And future flights…
Of fancy.
New concepts…hopes,
Lift hearts and minds,
To the breadth of spacetime…
Reading the signs,
Of eternal reason and rhyme,
Which realigns…
Man…with God.
K. Aldaya, 3/6/23
Picture: By Casey Horner on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/JIdmuiF9luY
I oft’ dream of three stars united:
A pyramid-cluster,…far away,…
Sparkling and swirling light projected,
In aged-realms which sway,…
My soul to tears.
Such beauty,…it can not be explained,
With words of practical human minds.
The feeling of awe, deeply engrained,…
On the soul, which pines,…
To return home.
Yes, some things, they are not logical,
For we are made of both man and soul.
Man seeks to eat ’til listless and full.
Soul seeks to be whole,…
And connected.
Those galactic stars,…they speak to me,
In a language beyond form or view,
And my soul answers with silent glee.
I am bright and new!
For I am free!
I am free!
I am free!
K. Aldaya, 9/4/22
Picture: By Jared Evans on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/Wwg1TzCuV9E
In the stillness of night she leaves,
The world and time behind.
She slips out of her bones,
And deep into her mind;
Where dream and reality meet, and,…
Breath upon breath create,…
Life, in desolation.
Feeling’s merely innate.
A door appears, she touches the knob,
And turns it, but slightly.
With a click, it opens.
She enters and closes it tightly.
Within is shelter, and protection;
Lost,…misplaced from the start.
Yearning becomes misery,
When men forget the heart.
Would you seek and pull her out from there?
Would you tell her she’s wrong?
That she’s better off staying,
And just suffering along?
For who knows what the answer should be,
To loss and sentiment.
If time can’t be rewound,
Should love and safety remain absent?
In the stillness of night she leaves,
To find what can not be.
Life is not fair they say,
And nothing is for free.
So, do not judge as she slips away,
Out of her bones and mind.
Oft’ we must seek elsewhere,
That which we’ve yet to find.
K. Aldaya, 5/25/19
Picture: By Sam Burriss on Unsplash; https://themighty.com/2017/10/how-to-help-dissociative-episode/
There are passions hidden inside,
In chests locked and dusty.
I wish I didn’t have to hide,
All the best parts of me.
It’s not as if I chose to leave,
Parts of my heart behind.
It’s not as if I didn’t grieve,
And fight back with my mind.
My passions were taken from me,
By life’s consequences.
I can’t fix what’s happened to me,
Or live in ‘past tense’s’.
If I could make a net to cast,
Into the sea of thought.
I’d ne’er have let them swim on past;
Yet, it is all for naught!
I can not fix my skittish brain.
There is no pill or cure;
Though I wish I were not insane,
‘Want’ won’t make it occur.
I opened up the chest last night,
In dreams, I came to life.
I sang and it was all alright,…
Then wept for my lost life.
No one will ever know the me,…
The me which could have been;
She had passions you’ll never see,
But some dreams can’t happen.
There are passions hidden inside,
In chests locked and dusty,
And if I may, I’d like to confide,
That sometimes I will take the key,
And open them up for a time.
K. Aldaya, 8/27/18
Picture: https://pixabay.com/en/key-open-castle-close-close-up-1422806/
In the darkness dreams take flight,
Through the airy skies of night,
Into the arms of stars beyond,
The gaze of mortal sight.
Where they may blossom into hope,
To hold us when we can not cope;
As time’s unending legacy,
Surpasses human scope.
So dream your dreams tonight, my dear,
Without worry. Without fear,
For long after this song is sung,
Those stars which I once dreamt upon,
Will brightly shine for you.
K. Aldaya, 4/11/18
Picture: https://pixabay.com/en/star-gazing-starry-night-astronomy-1149228/
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 