Travel Tips

you were gone
but your face is still there
hidden in my sight
your face couldn't go away
for i still hold it tightly
with my eyelashes
to keep you inside the eyes
as beautiful, good, and divine
to flee to you when i'm in need
to your picture when i cry
i always talked to you inside my head
and always believe that
you listen from a distance
i don't know how you do it
but you actually do
for you're a messenger of the Divine

Nothing remains of you
Only words and five lines
And faded pictures
I strive
To keep alive;
The Red Coast
The Moroccan Smoke
The far Edge
And the gentle wind blowing over the Silver Cross

I confess
My eyes are trembling
Afraid to lose your face
Your voice is breaking the echo
Throughout my space
And the smile print I love
Is turning a pale trace

But everything
Reminds me of you
The watches, the time
Red chocolates
Olives and lime
I knew it all
I see it all
Everywhere, everywhere
Only the Dove will know why
What a wild Dove!

St Francis
I want to settle
My anchor deep down
I want to sink in
The shine of your smile
I want to travel
Through the ocean of your eyes
I want to arrive
At the coast of your eyelashes
They are my harbour
They are my harbour

St Francis
Drown me in your warmth
Drown me in your embrace
Make me forget the world
And live my life in your grace

When you ache in silence
Yearn in pain
And harsh mountains
Fall apart
On your soft shoulder
For seeing your beloved
Go away…
Your heart faints
With security gets shattered
Your mind drifts away
With a sense
Of sanity scattered
When you live this,
You are in love
Yes, this is love