Friday, September 14, 2007

Light Trails

A breath of fresh air
Brought perfume to lungs
Held tight in my chest

To take in a spark
Of the almighty fire
Burning below my feet

And sewing each dream
With flames made of thread
Pierced into the dark

And slowly made path
Beyond destinations
Or last stop drop offs

I’ll curl in my sleep
And dig out the words
Fueled to press further

On needles of trust
Adorning my quilts
Mending strings without end

7 comments:

Simplesmente... eu! said...

Olá, vim agradecer uma visitinha e desejar um bom fim de semana. beijinhos

Abby Creek Art said...

Hi Gilson...beautiful poetry. Thanks so much for your comment on my blog. Nice to meet you!

mom said...

I just loooooove the way you right, son.I'm so proud.

writerwoman said...

This poem has a delicate loviliness to it.

Clare said...

Hi Gilson! Really, really beautiful! Fantastic images -- "sewing each dream/ with flames made of thread/ pierced into the dark/ and slowly made path/ beyond destinations/ or last stop drop offs" -- I've re-read this several times because it is completely amazing.
:)

Gilson said...

Oi simplesmente... eu! Também agradeço sua visita. Um excelente final de semana ti!

Hi abby creek art! Thanks a lot! It’s great meeting you too. I would love to visit Colorado some day. It seems to be such a beautiful place!

Hi Mom! I’m very proud to be your son too. Thank you for your comment!

Hi writerwoman! Thanks! This poem is inspired on being able to venture into doing something I love which is music, and trying to do it right and pull it through. I’ll try to find a safe spot in it.

Hi Clare! Thank you so much! My search in music has shown me no end to the line; there will always be something new. And it makes me happy to find something that can be reinvented endlessly, like we could reinvent life itself. And I was thinking about this when I wrote those words.

writerwoman said...

And sewing each dream
With flames made of thread

Love these lines.