310. Gypsy Heart

My heart, it is a nomad who wanders to and fro;

Forever seeking that unnamed place where it longs to go.

My heart, it is a traveler of days and endless hours,

Searching for the budding rose among times’ wilting flowers.

My heart, it is a gypsy dancing beneath the moon;

Dreaming of new heavens found to the beating of its’ tune.

My heart, it is a woodland elf who sings out to the trees,

Of its’ aching urge to float out as a leaf upon the breeze.

K. Aldaya, 7/9/15

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309. You (Yes, You) Are Special

I’ve heard it said many times before,

That life has no point and that therefore,

People are dust and to dust they return;

And there is nothing more.

I refuse to believe that this is right,

And I’m probably a fool to hope outright,

That people have spirits, and spirits they’ll be,

When on winds their dust takes flight.

You are the first and the last, in the end.

You exist and there is no need to defend…

Your reason for being, or what makes you special;

For your life is a miracle, my friend!

In all the universe. In all time and space.

There will only ever be one you with that face:

To feel the sun, and to ponder the stars.

A precious new form of the perplexing human race.

K. Aldaya, 6/29/15

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308. Infinite Love

The stars beam in your eyes,

And twinkle in my heart.

My soul made precious in your eyes,

Becomes eternal art.

One day when those stars go out,

And eternity we greet.

I know without a single doubt,

Our starlit souls will meet.

And embrace the unending light,

Which beamed in love and pain,

To blaze out into the night:

A star in the endless domain.

For all the mortals who remain,

To find hope in their darkest night.

K. Aldaya, 6/1/15

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307. Random Thought #10

It hangs in the air like a plague.

Hovering above our heads.

How uncomfortable the truth makes you.

How things are better when vague.

Honesty is rarely honored,

And lies are comforting.

The plague has always existed.

Yet it’s threat revealed with a word.

K. Aldaya, 5/27/15

306. Concrete Dreamland

The neon lights glow tonight,

Revealing concrete dreams;

As you ponder on the darkest night,

Before electric streams,

Glittered the dark with light.

Has the light brought you sight?

Are your dreams the clearer?

Or have you been blinded by light?

Which makes all wishes dearer,

Under hazy skies tonight?

Do the glistening streetlights,

Fulfill your pining heart?

And guide you home in darkest nights,

When all hopes shatter apart?

Or do they rob you of your sight?

The neon lights glow tonight,

In a concrete dreamland;

While you contemplate why nothing’s right.

When all the world’s made light, you stand,

Alone beneath a streetlight,

And quietly raise a hand.

Shading your eyes from the light,

You spot a distant star:

Dim under the veiling streetlight.

Will your wish still make it that far?

To guide you home tonight?

K. Aldaya, 5/19/15

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