¿Adónde?

Para mi inolvidable madre...

¿Adónde se ha ido tu sonrisa?
¿Y qué de tus ojos cariñosos,
Cielos leales sin fallar?
Te fuiste como una breve brisa,
Como un arroyo correntoso
Que necesita ver el mar.

¿Adónde se ha ido tu mirada
Que me abrazaba y me animaba,
Que transformaba el color
De mi alma triste y angustiada
Cuando muy debil se encontraba?
Tú te robabas mi dolor.

Pero habían cosas que yo no podía expresar.
Tú lo sabías, y por mi intercedías,
Mientras que yo me alejaba de ti.
Si me lo permitieran, si pudiera al pasado regresar,
Te pediría perdon, y sé que me asegurarías
Que estabas muy orgullosa de mí.

¿Adónde iré en mis oraciones?
Al cielo, por supuesto, llegaré.
¿Y qué haré al entrar allí?
Sin una lista de peticiones
Una solicitud entregaré:
Bésenla, cuídenla por mí.


© 2020 David Acosta

Something Spectacular

Lonely day, dreary day,
Cloudy and cold, stubbornly gray...
Childhood dreams say they'll stay;
But they change their minds and fly away.
Then it happens, and I can't believe my eyes!
It's familiar, but it's always a surprise.

Something wonderful
Floods my soul with a joy I can't explain.
Something marvelous
Overwhelms and overrides the mundane.
The world yields to a realm brand new.
I'm lifted by the very thought of you;
It's something spectacular.

Gusty wind won't explain
Why it unnerves my windowpane.
Bashful sun shines in vain;
It cannot compete with the hard rain.
Then I wake up, and I can't believe my eyes!
All is well, now; storms have yielded to blue skies.

Something wonderful
Floods my soul with a joy I can't explain.
Something marvelous
Overwhelms and overrides the mundane.
The world yields to a realm brand new.
I'm lifted by the very thought of you;
It's something spectacular.

[instrumental interlude]

Then it happens, and I can't believe my eyes!
It's familiar, but it's always a surprise.

The world yields to a realm brand new.
I'm lifted by the very thought of you;
It's something wonderful.
It's something marvelous.
It's something spectacular.


© 2019 David Acosta

Seaside Dreamer

I'm kicking off my sandals;
I'm casting off my shirt
And lounging between two carefree palm trees.
This hammock lulls and dandles;
It renders me inert
Till dreams descend and mingle with the breeze.

And I'm half-awake, or so it seems,
Drifting between my sweetest dreams
And this temporal, earthly existence.
And I soar until I'm far away.
I am there, and yet I'm here today,
Enthralled and awed by the dwindling distance.

I see a distant shoreline;
I see a crystal sea.
Suddenly a melody sails my way.
Angels glide in the sunshine,
Dancing elatedly,
Singing, beckoning me to fly away.

And I'm half-awake, or so it seems,
Drifting between my sweetest dreams
And this temporal, earthly existence.
And I soar until I'm far away.
I am there, and yet I'm here today,
Enthralled and awed by the dwindling distance.

From a luminous, ethereal plane
I see myself in my hammock, sleeping by the sea.
Heaven kisses the earth, and I can't contain
This boundless joy that has set my restless spirit free.

And I'm half-awake, or so it seems,
Drifting between my sweetest dreams
And this temporal, earthly existence.
And I soar until I'm far away.
I am there, and yet I'm here today,
Enthralled and awed by the dwindling distance.


© 2019 David Acosta

Farewells and New Beginnings

Lonely souls are arriving,
And lonely souls are leaving.
Some are barely surviving,
And some are quietly grieving.
What do you do with hopelessness
When it lingers at the dinner table?
What can you say to helplessness
When it whispers "you're no longer able"?

And you're caught between two options: go or stay.
You don't know, but you're pondering it all.
Perhaps a change is in order; perhaps today.
Whatever you do, you can't afford to stall.

When it seems your losses
Are outnumbering your winnings,
Hope patiently waits between
Farewells and new beginnings.

Doubts are swirling in your head,
And clouds have obscured the sun.
What you know remains unsaid,
But you can't undo what's been done.
Things just aren't the way they once were;
And you ask, "Who can I trust anyway?"
Will you walk away or return?
Will tomorrow be better than today?

And you're caught between two options: go or stay.
You don't know, but you're pondering it all.
Perhaps a change is in order; perhaps today.
Whatever you do, you can't afford to stall.

When it seems your losses
Are outnumbering your winnings,
Life patiently waits between
Farewells and new beginnings.

When it seems your losses
Are outnumbering your winnings,
Love patiently waits between
Farewells and new beginnings.


© 2019 David Acosta

Love Restored

Love is waxing cold here;
Love is growing old here.
Is it now something we are concealing?
We should be standing in life for healing;
But it's safer to hide,
And make believe we'll abide
In the shadow of a love we've denied.

Kindness, come and guide us;
Fill the void inside us.
When did home sweet home become a relic?
I remember warmth and strains angelic.
Is it all in the past?
Has love become an outcast?
Is it not true that the first will be last?

Peace is reaching for us
Like a whispered chorus,
Longing to be sung out loud again, friends.
Love awaits; a nail-scarred hand he extends.
Will you reach out today,
And walk the crimson pathway?
Choose to love! It's all I want to convey.


© 2019 David Acosta