POEMS 2008

                        

                        "A free bird

                        "More than a feeling

                    "Music in my heart

                        "Shadows in the park

                        "The old chair

                        "The sweetest smile

                                                                               

 

 

 

A FREE BIRD

 

                        A bird is flying
                        From tree to tree
                        To flowers is smiling
                        Knowing that he is free.
                        
                        Life is a funny game
                        For his mind's comprehension
                        Thinking in power and fame
                        With his growing imagination.
                        
                        The world is at his hand
                        Impossible is nothing
                        He wants to jump and run
                        And discover everything.
                        
                        He is still very young
                        With a future by his side
                        He will play more than a round
                        Feeling happiness inside.
                                                

Marķa Eugenia Pelayo -03/28/2008

 

 

 

MORE THAN A FEELING

 

                        It is more than a feeling
                        Or a nice sensation
                        It is just like living
                        In a world of imagination.
                        
                        There were not enough words
                        To say when you first came
                        My music was empty of chords
                        And I knew it was not a game.
                        
                        The stars were shining
                        In a cloudless night
                        My soul is smiling
                        With a wonderful light.
                        
                        It is not just a moment
                        To enjoy and calm down
                        It is more than time spent
                        It is the future arriving to town.
                        

Marķa Eugenia Pelayo -03/28/2008

 

 

MUSIC IN MY HEART

 

                        The music is sounding
                        Inside my heart
                        All my body is dancing
                        But my mind is flying apart.
                        
                        I am trying to remember
                        When you were not here
                        But in my life you are a member
                        That I need to keep near.
                        
                        I miss you by my side
                        When you are far away
                        Because I cannot be aside
                        We have to shear the way.
                        
                        You make my life complete
                        Without you I have nothing
                        With you my soul is replete
                        For me you are everything.
                        

Marķa Eugenia Pelayo -03/28/2008

 

 

SHADOWS IN THE PARK

 

                        The sky is getting quite dark
                        It seems is going to rain
                        Shadows are covering the park
                        The only noise is the sound of a train.
                        
                        A drop falls cold as ice
                        And wets an old tree
                        It is destiny is not nice
                        It cannot change, it is not free.
                        
                        The afternoon is windy
                        There is no one on the road
                        They left when stop being sunny
                        And they ran away abroad.
                        
                        Only a dog is witness
                        Of this forgotten moment
                        There is too much blindness
                        Nobody wants to see this present.
                        

Marķa Eugenia Pelayo -03/28/2008

 

 

THE OLD CHAIR

 

                        The chair of my bedroom
                        Is now old and broken
                        It lays in a corner of the room
                        Like words never spoken.
                        
                        Another one was purchased
                        Brand new and shining
                        The old will be replaced
                        Even though it is crying.
                        
                        It used to be beautiful
                        Hand made and soft
                        Not too much colorful
                        But it never has met the loft.
                        
                        Today something has changed
                        And it has lost its place
                        Now it is out of its range
                        And it has the saddest face..                        
                        

Marķa Eugenia Pelayo -03/28/2008

 

 

THE SWEETEST SMILE

 

                        I can remember your face
                        Showing the sweetest smile
                        And I feel really amazed
                        That I know you for a little while.                       
                        
                        Our lonely paths got together
                        In a very special afternoon
                        And it has been sealed forever
                        Under the light of the moon.
                        
                        It seems that was yesterday
                        When this has started
                        It has been months from that day
                        When you stole my heart.
                        
                        And we have all the time
                        Just to be with each other
                        Your entire soul is mine
                        For me nothing else matters.
                        

Marķa Eugenia Pelayo -03/24/2008

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