I contemplate the trees serenading

 the shadowy delights of the moon,

melting the wills of the night.

The stars so insolent challenge the clouds

to be faster than the light.

 I am a lucid fool, fishing illusions

here and there, sewing hopes in the air,

dreaming away as I trade poetry for

some meaning in life.

Don't pity me for being a shepherdess of clouds

or a geisha who forgot how to serve the tea.

I know my limitless limitations.

I know I am a lost shell on the sand.

I wait for myself beneath a perplexed sky.

Nature must have a plan for me.

Hurts were forgiven: peace whirls around me.

Let me lay my tender hand upon my heart 

as I sit here and ressurrect the flowers.

The petals take my mind: my soul unfolds beautifully.

This moment shall shape silence

and linger shyly while earth revolves,

sewing the day, tattoeing undreamt words

on my skin for I am here to name pretty things

and to be divine.

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011

He thinks he can fool the moon,

hiding behind her shadows when

she wanders aimlessly in the sky.

He thinks he knows her depths

of pain and despair when she falls

over and over again and nobody is

there.

He knows nothing about the star

on her forehead.

He only knows she might be crazy or

dead.

He thinks this and that but he never

reaches her hand, he never sees her

heart under his command.

And as time goes by, she is almost near

the window, she is almost ready to forget

him forever and fly.

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011