Tänk om jag var…

October 8, 2014 § Leave a comment

We were promised the stars, the sky

all things small and grand like grains of sand.

And here we are










Down the skies

down the Earth

Take a chance, grasp the air.

I’ll bend over to the ground

I’ll return,

to the sand…

disappear if I may.

Perhaps then I will

· Stay ·

And then… nature

and then… quiet

and then…

The beginning.

My beginning.

Then perhaps, at last, be one with the stars.

Love Song 2

January 7, 2013 § Leave a comment

I most likely will never be famous.

No one will ever read my thoughts.

Still I want to daily win your heart as I open mine.

Let me rock, let me bash a guitar.

Let me sing my lungs out.

Let the song flow from inside.

Even if I never play a single note.

Even if the chords have long gone broke.

Let me hum a heartfelt tune.

Let my world be rocked by you.

I will hold my Abbey Road sessions

and serenade my audience of one.

I will record my Abbey Road sessions

and remind our love to us two.

January 7, 2013 § Leave a comment


Y si me pide el tiempo,

todo se lo envuelvo en un listón de color.

Y si me pide el cielo,

me pongo de rodillas y ofrezco una oración.

Esto es amor.

Se tiene y se mantiene.

Se siente y no se miente.

Es paciente…

Se busca y se alimenta,

y a veces se desmenuza y al final todo se entrega.

Se escucha y no se juzga y alumbra con llama de pasión,

que no infatuación.

Te llama y te extraña… y te hermana (y se apaga)

Recupera y se sienta y reflexiona… y te rodea y vuelta a empezar.

Te enamora una vez más.

Te conquista.

Te desarma.

Te expone y estremece.

Te envuelve, no comprendes.


Te deja en libertad… para volar.

December 29, 2012 § 2 Comments


For you, dearest Baf.

In the Sun

Shira was her name
For she meowed to her hearts’ content.
As any lively, playful cat,
she enjoyed her daily nap.

Whether snuggling by Sheryl’s side
Or waking her way before ’twas time,
She brought great joy to her life.
(and elicited many a rhyme)

Shhh… mama – Sheryl woud say
Lest I give you a good spray.
One must be quiet, one must behave
Come here with me, and let us pray.

I know you’d love to play outside
But  as it’s late you’d be a tasty bite.
For whom? – your puzzled cat eyes ask
You know… the creepy creatures of the night!
Should we just go to bed instead?
Some good ol’ sleep will do you best.

And so cat Shira was a faithful friend,
Years came and went while she remained.
Sometimes obnoxious and sometimes sweet,
Through winter’s cold and summer’s heat.

Her cat story began and so it came to end;
One winter day we lost our furry friend.
Now all is good, now all is well,
our thankful hearts waving farewell.
· · ·
From here on we cherish memories,
Of love between our two buddies;
Cat and human bonded by love,
Precious gift from our God above.

July 5, 2012 § Leave a comment


The blink of an eye

Time all gone by

Memories now.


A thousand reasons

A thousand fears

In your eyes, a thousand opportunities.


Bear with me

Listen here

Ease the tears

Plant a seed:


It will not end like this

I promise…

We will all break free

April 11, 2012 § 1 Comment


Just a note, a sweet single note…

A piano song and you show me once, you show me once more

that I am not dead, that I own a soul

that my heart, though it aches… that my heart is still well.


Though it’s not my voice that which I hear

though it’s someone else who whispers to your ear

I can still believe, in silent, silent tears

it’s me who speaks.


One word, one solid, absolute word

and I am back at your door.

back at your doorstep, knocking to enter the world;

the world of all possible, the world of all mercies

the God who is a dreamer, this God of my own.
The comforter’s here…


One string, a single cry of the violin,

ot is all I need to come here

to surrender, free from my own beliefs.


Dive in refreshing and calm sea… let us dive in.


Confronted to the rest, confronted to what’s left.


Oh one word! the one right now being sung

A miracle happens here, a miracle indeed

deep inside of me… deep inside of me…


In truth and verity, in me.


No more pretensions, no more hip wisdom

No condemnation, oh no dissections, no complex thought

but a miracle, just a miracle,

all the while it’s being sung.


Miracle of your love, miracle of your voice

soft calling late at night, wooing back my mind;

back into peacefulness, back into light

such as my lamp dimly shining, letting me write that:

that which though not my words, and not my notes and not my song,

is nonetheless my very own love song.

February 14, 2012 § 1 Comment

Lead my boat far from the shore,

make me dip my toes and taste your salty love.

Headfirst diving, merge my tears with ocean waters,

cleansing, clearing, washing, calming.

Call my name, chant a song,

fiercely fight for my soul.

In the midst of vicious battle,

Bring my boat, out of the storm.

Steer my waves towards the rocks,

gripping, settling,

slowly pull me home.

Invite me in,

converse through grief,

the joyful sounds of balmy waters bashing callous deeds.

Let saltiness permeate; let solitude set in.

Let graciousness abound, let sun rays kiss my skin.

Push me out and to the sea,

wave a sweet farewell at me.

I shall slip off all tight reins,

I shall find true binding stars.

Your still peace steering my boat,

Your bold love my bright lighthouse.