Author: dacapoalpoetry

My journey to finding myself began with music, continued with poetry and keeps going with these two blending harmoniously.

Uphill

How come I’m empty yet again,
Although I have so much to say?
The stories that words can’t portray
I wrote so happily back then.

My hands are tied and yet I write,
My heart has stopped and yet I feel;
Now there is never-ending fright
And then the words and hope appear.

With raw emotions I create,
A conscious process of my mind,
Nothing aesthetic, cruel fate;
Pauses and silence—what I find.

I cannot reach the blissful skies,
Too far away from where I am;
The world down here I beautify
With my bare hands, with truth and pain.

I gather words with sweat and tears,
I work until I bare no more;
My art resembles ancient fears,
Deformed and flawed, it barely holds.

A Frankenstein of poetry,
That I create with monstruous touch;
Into the world I set it free,
A creature that I built from scratch.

And yet, perhaps it will become
A stepping stone for me to climb
And I will reach the amber skies
With every word that I can find.

From failure I rise once more
And find my peace above the clouds,
Where I have been so many times,
Where once again to be I’m bound.

– Patricia

The Traveller

He had been facing icy winds
For hours, just as time stood still;
He had survived the blizzard’s cuts
Thus far—and now he had no will. ǀ Fine

The sea of snow, a deadly white,
Seemed endless as he looked around;
The sky—unseen, covered in clouds,
The ground – below, not to be found.

The howling winds, the howling wolves:
Both enemies of life they were.
No way to go or to escape,
His future: still to guess—unknown.

Defeated, tired, he gave up
And laid back in the bed of cold.
Wanting to rest a little just,
He thought of what this would unfold.

He was aware that with closed eyes,
The sleep of death would surely come.
And yet sweet dreams would wait beyond
And no more pain—all would be gone.

His eyelids fluttered one last time,
As sleep began to lower them.
All would soon end, as death arrived,
And he could hear the requiem.

He smiled as he death embraced
And travelled to the world of dreams.
His heart stood still, engulfed in ice,
As snow covered his final fears.

As he stood still, time now began
To slowly pass, while winter stayed,
And snowflakes covered every trace
Creating, thus, his hidden grave.

Another came, wanting to face
White deserts and his sealed fate,
Adventuring in deadly lands
Until it soon would be too late.

Da Capo al Fine

– Patricia

Once Upon a Sky

Now this is the story of beings of wonder,
Of daughters of magic, of sons of the light.
The story of children who learned to grow fond of
True life and true laughter, which now they unite.

One night, when the shadows began to grow larger,
When valses of anger they started to dance,
The moon saw the evil which wanted to gather
And down sent her children to make a brave stand.

On bright rays of magic descended the daughters,
On bright veils of moonlight descended the sons,
Together defying the black vengeance waters
The evil had summoned, which covered the ground.

A battle of seconds, of light and of darkness,
A battle unheard of, of life and of death.
In silence, the children defeated the blackness
And only the moonlight—sweet, tender—was left.

On magic ascended the children of stardust,
As stars once more welcomed the beings of truth.
The sky once again was a welcoming canvas,
A story of wonder, of hope—unsubdued.

– Patricia

In a Valley

In a valley in the mountains
Lived a fairy from the Moon.
That’s where all the beings gathered,
Far away from dark and doom.

All she touched turned into wonder,
Magic fingers, joyful soul.
She was loved by sun and thunder,
Happy child adored by all.

Born from stardust kissed by magic,
She was hope to those she met
And her smile outshined the tragic
Moments, helping them forget.

Every day, she spread her laugher—
Music to the hearts of all.
She was their forever after,
Lifting them when they would fall.

In a valley in the mountains
Lived a precious, sacred child.
That’s where all the beings gathered,
Hope and happiness to find.

– Patricia

Not the End—Comma

Chased by the shadows of the past,
I trip and fall to my demise.
I’ve run my best, but then, at last,
I made mistakes and was not wise.

I lay there, hunching on the ground,
Waiting in fear for them to come.
That moment when I will be found…
I’m scared of what I might become.

And, yet, I wait and nothing is,
Just silence and a pounding heart,
Just rapid thoughts which do not cease,
A lucid mind that’s torn apart.

I raise my head and look around
And shining light is what I find.
The shadows—gone, the hope—profound,
There’s joy ahead and peace behind.

I see a future, I see life,
My ending is still far ahead;
I stand up and, with pure delight,
I step towards what I’ve long dreamt.

– Patricia

Children of the Sea

At the bottom of the sea,
Where the light touches the sand,
Magic happens—purity—
Giving life to precious pearls. ǀ Fine

Lively mermaids watch in awe
As the pearls are kissed by light,
As they then begin to glow:
Children of the sea they are.

They explore the liquid blue,
As they hopeful dreams collect;
Then return to what is true,
To their home, their place of birth.

They build castles of the sea,
Corals of a vivid pink,
Kingdom of felicity:
Only laughter, love and joy.

Every day, their steps decrease,
Shorter distances they go,
As time passes by and leaves,
As they age: closer to home.

Till one day when they return
From their journey, one last time,
Coming back to what is home,
Having fully lived their lives.

One with pink they then become,
Part of something that’s unique,
Something greater than the sun,
For they are magic and bliss.

Born from magic, light and salt,
Precious pearls caressed by life,
Now as corals and sea foam:
Wonder—cycle of delight.

Da Capo al Fine

– Patricia

Silence

A ray of light touches my face
And I wake up beneath the sea;
Another day: no melody,
Just silence and no more disgrace.

I came down here where I am safe,
Away from pain and from despair;
The sea is calm, nothing to bare,
No burdens that can crush my faith.

The outside world keeps moving on,
With louder screams and tasteless tears,
Wanting to bring out all my fears,
To bring me down, to lose the dawn.

But I don’t hear their hateful cries,
No sound arrives to where I am.
I see them scream and do not care,
As water is a shield of lights.

I swim in peace, my ears blessed
And time slows down: infinity;
I simply am—tranquility,
The sea pulling me in a trance.

I live my life under the sea,
A sea of dreams, of salt, of calm;
Light dances sweetly in my palm
And I am free to simply be.

– Patricia

Among the Stars

Barefoot I stand on golden sand,
While tender waves caress my skin.
Their coldness I can understand,
For they are made of foam and sin.

I see the sky of velvet dark,
A graceful veil painted with stars;
A fairytale with endless sparks,
I wish that I could reach that far.

In trembling hands, I hold my light:
A lampion with my own name.
I light it up: tremor, delight
I feel now pulsing in my veins.

I watch in awe as it ascends,
Hoping to reach that paradise,
Hoping that it will reach the end
Before the early sunrise comes.

A summer breeze blows gentle air:
Lampion raising in the night,
Meeting no storm and no delay
And leaving me far, far behind.

It takes its place among the stars
And I’m at peace, gazing at, now,
A fairytale that came alive,
Defying when and why and how.

I smile and feel the universe,
Surrounded by a sea of suns.
I stand in silence, with no words
Until the crack of dawn arrives…

– Patricia

Closure

In scented winds from far away,
Sweet memories dance on the sky,
As peaceful traces they portray,
Those of a past they’ve unified.

I lay back in the bed of grass
And gaze up at their graceful dance,
Watching in silence as they pass,
And savouring each timeless glance.

They speak a truth I now recall,
Of times of joy and happiness,
Of times I love, so beautiful;
I’ve been in pain, but also blessed.

They never stop their dance of dreams,
As scented winds now disappear.
A closure smile, no suffering,
I’m now content with what I’ve lived.

– Patricia