George and Iris

Painting by Rafael Oblinski

George saved me

when I was writing my epitaph

with a knife.

The window was ajar,

the glasses stained

and I was wrapping my arms

around the invisible clouds.

He told me to shake

the dust off my sick wings

and light a candle.

I should concentrate on the flames

because I was the flame, the energy,

the warmth I couldn’t find anywhere.

He used to call me little star.

(I started to think I was one)

George taught me to believe in IRIS

-The Infinite Radiant Is –

and to bear up what I had to.

I did and I am still doing my best

to smile for George is worth any effort.

Once he said my poems were full of words

he couldn’t understand the meaning and

that real love happens when we see the dance

in each other’s eyes.

George is always right.

He is a singer, a painter and a poet.

He is a Little Star too:

The one that always shines

in my dark sky when I lay on the roof

at night and wonder how far forever is.

Once he asked me if

I could see Gods’ truth in us.

George blessed me:

I can see not only the truth.

I can see the love too.

Karla Bardanza

The poem below was written by George.

Bright Shining Star. - 11/9/99

I wake up in the morning before the sunrise

I imagine your hair and the colour of your eyes

And I don't know your name or where you are...

but i know that your out there like a bright shining star.

As I stumble and fumble though this life of mine

I wonder about you, will I find you in time?

and do you dream of someone as I play my guitar?

Are you searching like me for a bright shining Star?

And I pray to the Heavens, that they'd unfold

and send me someone to love and to hold

A bright shining light when my world gets dark

Are you searching like me for your bright shining star?

At the end of the day as twilight grows near

I imagine your voice on the cool evening air

But until I find you and know who you are...

You'll be out of reach like a bright shining star.

And I pray to the Heavens,that they'd unfold

and send me someone to have and to hold

A bright shining light when my world gets dark

Are you searching like me for a bright shining star

At night as I lay myself down to sleep

I pray to the Lord, My soul to keep.

And I pray that He knows what's deep in my heart

As I gaze out the window at the bright shining stars.

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012