Prescience of quotidian enchantments:
The dreams one dreams ‘fore dawn.
Flowers, stars, sun, and moon,
Would seem form’laic were thee gone.
Thy face illumes the perfunctory tides,
Of apathy…, banality;
For if striven assiduously,
Smiles freely radiate from thee.
Myopically one cannot do much more,
Then love this deb’nair season.
For one dreams, hopes, and loves more,
Near thy beauty past all reason.
K. Aldaya, 2008
I cannot give you everything.
The stars I cannot reach.
A mortal am I and one day I will die;
Just as those whom in prayers we beseech.
I cannot give you gold and jewels,
Or titles and castles.
I will though give, what I can as we live,
Together as earthly vassals.
I cannot give you perfection,
If such a thing there were.
Capricious. Perfidious.
And a ‘God’ lifes’ one comforter.
I cannot give you everything,
Yet this I give to you.
A hope. A prayer.
A joy, and a care.
A promise to look after you.
And forever give, should I now die or live,
All the love which my heart could now or ever give.
K. Aldaya, 4/12/08
Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://blog.myheritage.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/1221258221F3Les7b.jpg
Mine eyes emerge from the chalice of dreams,
Drunk is the heart, as a lover, it seems.
Thy flesh is aglow as the glisten of dew,
Every morn, as thy face shines anew.
Enigmatic beauty in thy form,
Clouds all logic,
O’ thy presence is warm.
I care not of ‘morrow or any swift sorrow.
Thy life is my life, and thy strength I may borrow.
My lips cascade thy cloth-less, soft expanse,
Endless intoxications, to entrance.
For when morn turns to eve, and night to day,
I know not the reasons, but only the way;
That thy life fills my life,
And breathless I stand,
With my heart, thy heart,
And my hand in thy hand.
K. Aldaya, 04/10/07
Years ago I wrote…
Wrote of emptiness;
And though I do not quote,
I find hence no progress.
Not that I have or not,
Still carried on in same,
I only know that I cannot,
Continue to stay-on the same.
I laugh at you,
You laugh at me,
Consummating not, with felicity.
I love, am loved I,
As may be merely dreamed,
By mortals daft as I,
Under the skies the ancients’ streamed.
I know and know not,
How to seek out my own,
How to love when I am not,
Clasp strength when I’m alone.
Fear holds me in,
And comfort holds me out,
And my face in the mirror’s but a shell of self-doubt.
I am but a love and a hope,
For the world of tomorrow,
And conquests I elope,
As mine in joy and sorrow.
I may be not, and I may be all,
But the beauty comes,
In the freedom to fall.
K. Aldaya, 12/10/06
Picture: “Top of the World” by Emerald-Depths (Danielle) on Deviant Art: http://emerald-depths.deviantart.com/; http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/217/5/5/top_of_the_world_by_emerald_depths-d59vdo6.png
The wind is blowing softly,
With the scent of the coming fall.
I yearn for it,
And hope for it,
As never I have before.
The anger I knew once,
A focused beam of strength;
And everyday, yes every day,
I pray my blessed-thanks.
“You’ll be okay”,
“You’ll be alright”,
Whispers in my ears;
From out the peace,
Which does not cease,
Between the earth and me.
You’re free.
You’re free!
And you can be,
All you choose to be!
For in the present,
Heaven-sent,
I’m content to be me.
K. Aldaya, 9/05/06
Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xrBZH-rXkMQ/T51Oaxg4L0I/AAAAAAAACRY/B6O1YC8bv4Q/s400/girl,sun,pretty,running,freedom,sunlight-fb8641fa231ee1cbdd389e2f773a1b3b_h.jpg
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
