A challenge is born in the quiet night,
Creation belongs to the curious mind.
Rejoicing in limits—for they set him free,
Of another world. The poet thus breathes.
Surreal the peace which governs the world,
The storm that’s inside him to thunders gives birth.
In moulding the tight chains, he knows he is free,
Creating his rhythm towards liberty.
– Patricia
On a summer night, the child
Gazed at twinkling stars above.
He laid on a golden haystack,
Listening to crickets chirp. ǀ Fine
Suddenly, from veils of darkness,
Falling stars began to dance,
Heading towards the world of humans—
All asleep but one who dreamt.
He jumped down, touching the soft grass,
And began to chase the stars.
He would find out where they landed
And would watch their final dance.
So, he ran through fields of harvest,
Through the village, past his home,
Through the mountains and the forests,
Only looking to the sky.
Never tired, filled with wonder,
He gained strength from watching them.
Barefoot, but not feeling sharp stones,
Not needing to stop or rest.
He ran till he reached the sea shore,
Standing now on golden sand,
Where water began its kingdom,
Where the bright stars would soon land.
He watched as they touched the water,
Disappearing in the night.
One by one, their first encounter
Was also the last of this kind.
When the last star met the cold waves,
It was dark again on Earth.
Gazing back at constellations,
The child followed them back home.
He laid down between his parents,
In the quiet of their home.
Just before the sunrise started,
Just before the crack of dawn.
He was fast asleep before that,
Entering the world of dreams.
Till nightfall would come back once more,
He dreamt of stars being born.
Da Capo al Fine
– Patricia
I’ve had the dream a thousand times,
It goes like this: I’m near the sea,
I’m on the sand, open my eyes
And hear the waves just calling me. ǀ Fine
A transformation then occurs:
Metamorphosis of the soul.
The sea defines and also blurs
The lines of who I am and was.
My heart beats faster, breaks the cage,
Growing and thus setting me free.
It’s here, it’s now, no more delays,
No tightened strings controlling me.
So, I forget the life I had,
There’s no one else to hold me back.
Just what I love awaits ahead,
Beauty and nature, day and night.
I start my dance on waves of blue,
Their lacey white giving me hope.
I’m free at last, I’ve found my truth
Among the sea foam and the salt.
I’m one with water, with the sky,
I venture in their kingdom’s heart,
As seagulls give out welcoming cries;
I feel at home in this work of art.
I fly, I soar, I dance, I waltz,
So happy, free! Ecstatic, free!
I’m there until the crack of dawn,
Until nightfall—felicity.
I wish the dream went on and on,
But I wake up as moonlight bathes
My soul—and I return to my own world,
The sea—so far, the night—so late.
And I resume my passing life,
But I go back when moonlight calls,
When crashing waves await my touch,
When secret worlds once more unfold.
Da Capo al Fine
– Patricia
Da Capo al Poetry 