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

Up There

I step out in the winter cold,
As sunset skies above unfold.
I freeze in place, just mesmerized,
While dreams and truth are unified.

I wish to touch the silver lines,
To kiss the clouds a thousand times,
Their peachy pink, their passing grey,
To rise above and fly away.

I’ve dreamt of worlds where I am free,
Where wishes find reality,
Where I can fly all by myself,
Forgetting people, time or death.

A sky like this, a different world,
Timeless and never knowing mold,
Where I can be and simply love
An endless sky, forever born.

And I stand still, a silhouette
Of thoughts and dreams and no regrets.
My mind is free, I touch the sky,
Horizon, light all unify.

My frozen feet still touch the ground,
But I’m up there, among the clouds;
A dreamy state, my paradise,
Surreal bliss in gleaming eyes.

– Patricia

The Bravest I Have Been

I don’t avert my gaze this time,
I face the flaws, far from divine,
I want to see the truth, although,
Oh, I’m so scared to face it all.

I brace myself and face the light,
Hesitant steps, courage unite;
I’m terrified, my heart beats fast,
I feel it in my chest: aghast.

And simply then, when I’m most scared,
I am the bravest and I dare.
I lift my gaze and I look up
Into the eyes that stare right back.

I see myself with all my flaws,
Who I am now and who I was,
Reflection of a living soul,
With all the scars which make me whole.

I hated them, I was afraid,
Hated myself and felt ashamed,
Wanting to hide: even my sparks,
As imperfections seemed so vast.

Wanted perfection—but I’m not,
I’ll now accept what I have got,
The real me with ugly scars,
But with an endless repertoire.

I tell my story to myself,
I sing it, I am now prepared.
I tell my truth and who I am.
I see it now: imperfect gem.

– Patricia

Inspired by the way I’ve been feeling recently, as I’ve been focusing only on my physical imperfections and I felt ashamed, thinking “How could anyone see anything beautiful in me?”. I felt inferior and not good enough, after seeking perfection. And this limits the way I express myself and I can’t do it freely, without caring about what others think of me.

And I’ve been trying to remember how brave I’d learnt to be, facing my fears head on, something which I seem to have forgotten, in time. I wrote this poem with that thought in mind, imagining myself being the most afraid I’ve ever been and yet also being the bravest I have ever been and facing my fear.

In that moment, when I’m most scared, I’m the bravest I have ever been.

Painting Hall

I walk inside the painting hall:
It’s time to see the past again. ǀ Fine
Time to remember, to recall
Who I was then, in ink and pen.

I look at paintings of the past,
Ancient, but still a trace of truth.
I know what paintbrush I can trust,
Myself in memories I lose.

I then walk to the mirror hall,
To see the present, yet again.
Who I am now I will recall,
An image of evolving when.

I look at mirrors of the now,
Reflections of a passing me,
Remembering to notice how
This all will soon be memory.

Each image from the mirror hall
Tomorrow will be found again,
As painting it will take its form,
Becoming, thus, an ancient when.

I walk inside the window hall,
Future to make from what I see.
I step beyond the timeless door,
Making my dreams reality.

Each day I walk inside the halls,
Remembering from where I’ve come,
Remembering where I am now
And what my dreams in this world are.

Until one day, when I’ll be gone,
Leaving behind a painting hall
To show the truth: what I’ve become,
The truth that’s hidden in my core.

I leave behind a legacy,
That of my own, of my own kind,
For he who’ll walk the halls like me,
A world of dreams to seek and find.

Da Capo al Fine

– Patricia

Beware

“In the middle of the forest,
Where the shadows come to play,
Where the darkness has its kingdom,
He who enters turns to clay.

In the kingdom of the evil,
Feeding on the sparks of life,
He who dares, the path abandons
Will be lost, will not survive.”

Demons dance to gruesome music—
Evil laughter, cries of fear—
And devour all the lost souls,
Savouring each sinful tear.

Famished ghosts possess the bodies
Which the demons leave behind,
As they seek something they’ve long lost
And then leave, unsatisfied.

Then, the empty, lifeless bodies
Shatter as they reach the ground.
What was clay then turns to ashes,
Scattered: never to be found.

“In the middle of the forest,
Where the night of death is born,
He who enters turns to nothing,
So beware: you have been warned!”

– Patricia

Midnight Thoughts—Space Wanderer

I lay down in the field of stars,
Away from worlds of endless pain.
At last, my peace now I regain,
As stardust heals my many scars.

I swim among new galaxies,
While suns are born light-years away;
I’m only human, only clay,
Yet here I am: such mysteries!

Black holes unite, engulfing light,
Expanding into veils of dark,
Yet from their core a daring spark
Ignites the ashes in my soul.

A world of truth, a world of dreams,
My sacred place, my universe.
Here I create my freedom verse
And set it free when daylight comes.

– Patricia