Life, a dream between dreams ?



Morfeo, spanish for Morpheus, god of dreams in the greek mythology, far from being a god, but yes, I am a dreamer, living in this dream, which is life.
I've been writing poetry for some time now, I started in spanish and then in english, from time to time , just when the muses desire to come to visit me.
All the poems in this pages, spanish or english are my own creation.
I'm separating this home page into three sections: POETRY(poems in english), BILINGUAL ( same poems in english and spanish), and POESIA (poems in spanish).
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Index of Poems

Dead Spring
No Escape
Accomplice
Love's Maze
End of Days
Sail
To This Page
Mute Love
The Statue
Old Oak
Winter's Pollen
Life's Exile


DEAD SPRING

Dead spring
in early stage
face up
frozen white,
winter took
over
"severe lord"
knife and sword
eternal cold.
Here the mortals
to the fire logs,
warm up the
spirits, will
melt the snow.




NO ESCAPE


Unable to escape
from your magnet
is my iron core,
my instinct give to
your orbit,
my reason all ready loss.
I wish to hold all
of your geography,
rivers, mountains, sea
with you for ever
to the eternity.




ACCOMPLICE
Humble I kneel
to the course
of my destiny,
despite I desire
immortality.
Sweet chain
of time,
galore of hope
roses and thorns.
Is life a dream
between dreams?
Life and time
accomplice of death.



LOVE'S MAZE

Treacherous love
I took your venom,
incautious my heart,
open to your
poison arrows.
I, defenseless dust
at the mercy of
your wind mills,
for you shed
one by one
the drops of my
sweet blood,
my life's fragrance
dew.
Unlikely I will
survive the scent
of the nubile roses,
love is a maze
bringing rivers
of bile into
my senses.



END OF DAYS

Collapsing the day
the mist invade,
shadows of years,...
all in one night,
a time, a life,
one thousand battles
come to one end.
Arrows of fire!
lava from hell,
the pain cease,...
eyes crystal glaze.




SAIL

I sail without anger
life is pure gold,
sentinel of this boat
will be my love.
Across of this ice ocean
should be a port
where justice and freedom
will be for all.



TO THIS PAGE

To you, white pale
the black saliva
of my pen.
My old friend
hear the pain.
Bitter like pine's
blood, mime runs
in my veins.
Such a life bring me
to sail, on this sea
of thorns and nails.



MUTE LOVE

No witness of
our love,
mute the wind
forgot
our pass.
Those whispers
of rain
dry up the the Sun,
heavy Summers storms
deleted our path
time took a long
silence run.
Just like a candle,
wax melting
burying our past.



THE STATUE

Set straight by
its own weight
flesh of bronze
rock or cement.
With his eyes fixed
on yesteryear,
stone heart
lifeless immortality.
Hail noble head
wearing the rusty
crowns of past
laurels.
Forgotten glory
for no one memory.
Stand in some city
in some park,
between bushes
and evergreens
birds are his only
company.




OLD OAK

To the river
to the saw
oak down you go,
with a bloodless
open gash and
a bitter taste
of ash,
to the mill
against your will.
Nude without
your bark
as a table
as a stand
in a kitchen
in a bar
as a fuel
in my hearth
as a memory
in my past.
Like a picture
in my heart
oak there
you go.




WINTER'S POLLEN

True white,
the night forgot
pollen of winter
on every roof bow,
jewel of heaven
with firs sun's pearls,
beauty of crystals
evergreens of purity speaks,
beautify the streets
a comfortable sense
of serenity.




LIFE'S EXILE

Worse than death
is a life in vain
exile from the
perfume of thyme,
the tasty life's wines.
Worse than death
the blindness pain
no vision but darkness
illusions of sadness.
Worse than death
never to see you again,
not hear the song
of the rain,
to never witness
another sunset.






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