Leave the boredom of the bar,
Put the tourists out of sight,
Here beneath a chosen star,
Trust in me to set things right.
Where the ocean spends its might,
Playing music through the night,
Let the warm sea crown your flight
In its coral-lustered white.
Come, don't let the world intrude,
Share the sweetest interlude;
Every sparkling wave that breaks,
Immunizes all mistakes.
On this beach in God's own sight,
Love alone can conquer night,
And loving me is all it takes,
And loving me is all it takes.
Come to me,
Be with me,
Dream with me--
I am your sea.
Charles Albano, 1998
* Akumal- A coastal tourist site in Yucatan.
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BIRTHMARKS
Moments of realization
that blink somewhere
in the tangled fibers of the mind--
these are the birthmarks of insight.
How many have you experienced
over the past year?
How many can you recall
ever having?
How did they come upon you?
Did they dawn like degrees of sunrise,
in barely perceptible, ticklish hints,
or did they race forward
and spring,
like panther-thoughts?
Did they fade with time,
or are they indelible?
Are they a source of embarassment,
or do they inspire pride?
The best minds are as riddled
with birthmarks
as the freckled face of a child,
and bear connective highways
as evident as the lines
on the aged faces
of those who have lived fully.
Charles Albano, 1998
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BITTERSWEET
A long marriage takes a toll.
It kicks the props out from under
illusions.
It de-humanizes in all
the wrong places.
It plunders uniqueness
and invades the ego's
hiding places
with sweet contempt.
Then too,
it brings a warmth
that comforts body and soul,
making for reassurance,
and at least a tolerable identity.
Charles Albano, 1998
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CRICKETS
Crickets,
call the meteors to earth;
call them for me.
Make them flash across the heavens
so the sky is special again.
You were there in the summer showers
of my youth--
you did it then, didn't you?
Work that magic for me now,
I need it.
Charles Albano, 1998
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THE CREATING
In process,
always in process,
can't keep its hands off itself;
always creating the creation--
silently, softly, gently,
explosively, violently--
always and ever, creating.
Filling niches
willy nilly,
reaching out,
joining, assembling,
transforming--
always able to make the next move--
problem solver par excellence.
Life creating life
and the conditions for life
to create unceasingly--
wealth compounding interest
in an open account.
Charles Albano, 1998
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