Mofongo

Unable to sleep. 
The insesant cowbell chiming into 
the wee hours of the night. 
Somehow I cannot be upset by the noise. 
The heartbeat of a vibrant city. 
Noisy and rude. 
It pushes you around until you are lost 
in it’s colorful sounds and smells. 
Unable to remember 
the peace that existed before.

Mofongo

Castles

She was his princess and he was her shinning night. 
Together they lived inside great stone walls 
surrounded by a fortress upon the hill. 
They rode upon white steeds by day 
and read leather bound books by the fire at night. 
And then a storm rolled in, washing it all away. 
So they started to build it again.

Castles

Flowers

Softly you gaze, spreading 
beauty on the world. 
Always cheerful, your 
brightly colored pedals 
reaching towards the sun. 
A symbol of love, your 
selfless existence brings
a smile to the lover, a 
tear of joy to the mother. 
Gracefully you whither and 
are relocated the wall. 
Hanging in your ageless 
beauty to remind us of 
love.

Flowers

Esmeralda

She came running at the 
sound of Handel's messiah. 
Pressing her ear against 
the window she sat engaged, 
taking in the vibrations 
of each aria. 
When it was over, 
she scurried back to her 
coop to scratch in the dirt 
and hunt for insects.

Esmeralda

Seagulls 

Softly they glide, riding the currants 
while the surfers ride the waves. 
Waiting for that crumb to drop, eyes keen, 
they swoop in for the catch. 
I cannot help but sacrifice 
tiny bits of my sandwich 
to those mournful eyes and smiling beaks.

Seagulls

Aftermath

After the storm. Alone, filled with inspiration. 
Melodies spinning, trying to write themselves 
as not to be forgotten. 
My pen moves effortlessly across the page. 
These are the moments we live for.

Aftermath

Drop Tune

Amoosecaboose

Together we drew colored stick figures. 
Our clumsy adult fingers wielding the 
waxy crayons into a thank you note for the parents. 
A story came to life.
Brett was riding a moose while 
Brian and John ran for their lives. 
It was Amoosecaboose.

Amoosecaboose

Santa Fe

Endless skies and dry sparse land. 
You are beautiful in your boundless expanse. 
A place I call home when people ask. 
Familiar and nostalgic.

Santa Fe

Burning Flame

We sat in the darkness. 
A small flame keeping us warm 
and guiding our fingers. 
A melody birthed from the 
chords you softly strummed. 
My words, our emotions, 
tarnished the moment. 
But the melody and our love lived on.

Burning Flame

David Guetta Titanium/Pavane violin remix

Brett Omara

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