Maravillas en un sueño

Tulipanes cantando en las nubes;
Ríos riéndose en la luna;
Lluvia que no cae, sino que sube;
Nieve en el verano--¡qué fortuna!

Nardos y violetas en un desierto;
Nectar y ambrosia en una playa;
Un violín naciendo en un huerto;
Manantial que al vernos se desmaya.

Rosas y jazmín en el invierno;
Fuego que refresca a un sediento;
Salmo davídico moderno;
Melodía antigua en el viento.


© 2019 David Acosta Perez

Remarkable You

This is specifically for you;
No one in the world but you, wonderful you.
Let me explicitly convey
That I'm spellbound, and I really love the way...

You smile, and the darkness disappears;
You laugh, and my dreams wash ashore;
You speak, and the daystar reappears;
You sing, and my soul starts to soar.

And the earth far below is brand new;
And dark, stormy clouds yield to blue;
And my soul testifies that it's true;
Oh it's you, my remarkable you.

The sun is singing a magical song;
The earth enchanted is singing along.
The wind is weaving a lyrical dream;
Rumor has it, you are the theme.

It's quite infectious, so I'll sing
With the wind, the earth, and the bright sun above.
My heart is a sweet thermal spring;
My song is a wild, boundless fountain of love.

You smile...
You laugh...
You speak...
You sing... yeah!

You smile, and the darkness disappears;
You laugh, and my dreams wash ashore;
You speak, and the daystar reappears;
You sing, and my soul starts to soar.

And the earth far below is brand new;
And dark, stormy clouds yield to blue;
And my soul testifies that it's true;
Oh it's you, my remarkable you.

This is specifically for you;
No one in the world but you, wonderful you.
Let me explicitly convey
That I'm spellbound, and I really love the way...

You make me want to stay with you.


© 2019 David Acosta Perez

Exposed

Peel back a layer or two,

Or three, or four, or more;

See yourself as you really are.

What if a stranger gazed into

Your hidden inner core?

Would you fade like a dying star?

Or would you finally resolutely

Let the light you've been chasing set you free?

No stubborn walls, no self-defense,

No sad excuses, no pretense,

No disguise, no cryptic hideaway,

No secret chambers in your heart:

The light exposing every part,

All your thoughts and feelings on display.

What's behind my furrowed brow?

What do my words obscure?

What do I fear or contemplate?

In the hazy here and now,

I seek a solace pure

When dark thoughts amalgamate.

What if I finally resolutely

Let the light I've been chasing set me free?

No stubborn walls, no self-defense,

No sad excuses, no pretense,

No disguise, no cryptic hideaway,

No secret chambers in my heart:

The light exposing every part,

All my thoughts and feelings on display.

© 2019 David Acosta Perez

Sonnet 22

She doesn't see the moonlight in her eyes;

I see the moon, the stars, and heaven too.

I'm hoping someday soon she'll realize

She's making this old fool feel so brand new.

How do I let her know how much she's worth?

Maybe a poem, maybe a love song.

Am I too late, or is this my rebirth?

What if my "this feels right" turns out all wrong?

Dreams come and go, and illusions abound;

Why would I even think I stand a chance?

Right now I'm just hoping she'll stick around

Long enough to help me through this slow dance,

'Cuz I think I might have stepped on her toes.

She smiles, laughs, and leaves lipstick on my nose.

© 2019 David Acosta Perez

Engraved

The morning is about to

  become an afternoon;

    I'm thinkin' 'bout my plans for tonight.

I can't wait for the sun to

  trade places with the moon;

    I'll be so far away, out of sight.

Steal all my woes;

  Drive the loneliness away.

My spirit knows

  You'll revive this hardened clay.

Help me see I'm no longer lame;

Set me free to roam your meadowlands.

Someday soon I'll see my name

Engraved on the palms of your hands.

I'm list'ning' to the raindrops;

  they're dancing on my roof,

    as I commune with you once again.

Evening primrose eavesdrops,

  tho seemingly aloof;

    I swear, I think she whispered "Amen."

I'm half-asleep,

  drifting to a fairer land,

    where angels keep
      what I've yet to understand.

Help me see I'm no longer lame;

Set me free to roam your meadowlands.

Someday soon I'll see my name

Engraved on the palms of your hands.

Show me that realm

  where all shadows yield to light.

There all is well;

  pain surrenders to delight.

Help me see I'm no longer lame;

Set me free to roam your meadowlands.

Someday soon I'll see my name

Engraved on the palms of your hands.

© 2019 David Acosta Perez