Castle Tn The Woods

The tall trees of the thicket, deep as the obsidian, empty of their usual leaves, their spiked branches reach out high and cast a portentous mogshade by the opalescent moonlight. The whistling wind snakes through their large trunks, and the shining mist dances to its tune, wrapping around the roots and tall grass.

They emit a susurrus, convincing tales that only make the alluring call of their shifting more entrancing. Fast movements come and go, bright eyes and unseen paws move about in the dark of the night, furtive and silent; perhaps even threatening, but beautiful nonetheless.

Confounding, bordering on horrified, but the swivet of the unknown gives the traveller awestruck eyes. Lightning strikes the sky, and for a split second, the woods illuminated; its extreme coruscate revealing intriguing shapes and colors unlike any other but it is gone just as fast as it was summoned and once again only the bright light of certain foraging is present. What is it that they say?

From the depths of the dark, the trees dance and open into a clearing; with a tall imposing structure in the middle. A black brick building with ornamented walls and arches, tall lancet windows of stained glass that shine bright; a huge rose window, several towers connected with flying buttresses; the tallest one featuring an astronomical clock that sparkles in the night. The opal Moon shines down upon the castle, the starlight becomes more potent and the clock rings with a soothing tune, hitting a time on its circumference that cannot be described.

The mist, it grows, it becomes even more dense, it envelops the castle even further; obfuscating many features, and highlighting others. The intricate details of the shining metals evident, the bright lanterns and candles everglowing. The building beckons, inviting and generous; a marvel in its mixture of fearsome eccentricism and comforting embrace. River of silver that washes over a mind’s contorting worries.

Somehow, a tall black shadow at the top of the spire where there wasn’t one before. Black intense flames moving with the wind, it stares with a vast number of eyes, mirroring the night sky,

The trees, they dance mellowly, and where the black shadow was once standing,

A lingering enigma.

Espectro

Viento que oscila, la lámpara ilumina
El camino poco a poco desaparece
Ramas de la estática vidriosa en la noche
Los pasos susurran las historias
De otros caminos que han visitado
Dos destellos en ese rostro imperceptible deslumbran

Extiende sus sombras a través de la espesura,
Y con un canto resonante y obscuro, asciende
Amenazante es la presencia que emana.
En esa pálida sonrisa;
Te invita a pasear entre las hojas que caen,
A través de la densidad bajo la luna,
Mismas cuales emiten una sonata divina.

El viajero extiende sus alas.
Las luces de la ciudad distante titilan,
y el espectro de la noche devora.

Meses del año

Enero

Despierto al helado viento
y una sábana de nubes cubre el cielo.
Pero el sol sigue brillando a tráves de ellas.
Exhausto y drenado, escucho a los pájaros
Su canción se queda por siempre dentro de mí.

Febrero

Lujuría de vida, late en mi corazón.
Especialmente por febrero.
Anhelo satisfacerme en
comida como placer,
en la naturaleza como vicio,
en amor como obsesión.

Marzo

Voraz de trascender.
Costillas y pulmones adoloridos.
No hay sueño para estos ojos exhaustos,
pero siempre hay agradecimiento.

Abril

Un dolor de cabeza incesante

Neblina que se esparce a través de los caminos
Acoje los edificios, la flora
Una brisa sacude lentamente
Y los rayos a través de las nubes te dicen,
"Ama sin remordimiento"

My Beloveds

Every day we play, we run, we sleep
I seek for you and you for me
You make me light as a feather
Specially during hard times
Your soft fur, your gentle companionship
Loud meows and painful bites
Are a comfort and a compliment
The sunlight you bathe in
Charges my heart and soul
You give a love unlike any other
Every day we play, we run, we sleep
I cherish you and you cherish me

The Beckoning Forest

Slowly leaves rock back and forth
Dancing underneath the twilight gold
The trunks of the trees sway to the tune of the wind
With its lively branches they greet
As your feet seem to float into the forest
The road gets closer and closer
One gentle mysterious cat embraces you
A warmth your heart greatly misses brewed
In this home of a thousand acres
You find an unknown comfort of fables

Eclipse

The sun and the moon
Dancing lights of strangest sights
Whispers of soothing rhymes
Every twilight they kiss
And the sky is a hue of golden gleam

The Mountain

The light of the cars dimly light the 6PM atmosphere
Crystal refraction of the rainbow in the palm of your hands
Every step with determination
And as the earth shakes and moves, extends upwards into the clouds
Into the shining sunbeams,
You grow more, more, more.