Poems of Jean Rojas

I hear your voice

And I see……..

 

A burst of sunlight

Dancing with a kiss

Of the breeze….

 

Flashes of fireworks

Cascading through the

Illuminated sky…..

 

Waters falling

In the seas

Like sweet and mellow notes

Sung by children in

A choir of perfect harmony….

 

The mysterious moon

Shining over souls of lovers

Swooning and dreaming,

Blessing their sighs

With surge of emotions

So strong yet so frail

So beautiful beyond words…

 

The world is in an hourglass

Revolving carelessly

In the palm of your hands…..

 

Sands of the Sahara

Turning into silver and gold….

 

The sensual splendor of Rome

Captured in the tender curve

Of your smile….

 

The magnificent majesty

Of the vast galaxies

Of the universe

Enhanced in the language

Of your eyes……

 

Day embracing night

And night surrendering to

Day,

All in a second

Through the gestures of your hand….

 

These I see and so

Much more….

For you have given me wings

To soar through

Heavens of immeasurable

Heights…..

 

And I say to myself

This must be love…

My heart can not deny

This must be love,

It must be true

And it is such a precious

Pleasure to fall in

Love with you

 

Paris,

Romantically calm…

Lovely in January…

Lights up

When you arrive at

Her doorstep…

You promised me a postcard

But it sounded to my ears

Like a promise of springtime

And roses,

 

Then I say to myself,

This must be love…

What else could it mean…

All my being arrested

With a word from your lips…

This must be love, my darling…

It must be so,

And it is such a precious

Pleasure to fall

In love with you…..

 

 

For: Tony Iaciofano

        17 January, 2000

                

Gentle Stockholm, in my mind

Tender city with its laid-back ways…

Sun-kissed, snow covered days

A sleepy lover’s eyes along its bays

There I was, a foreigner

Gasping at the breathtaking view

A beauty simple and true

Learning to walk through

Its cobbled streets….

Singing and humming

To its sensual beats…

Like a lover, it strums my body

It’s fingers knowing all the cords

To play……

And I pray,

I swear, I will return

To this unforgettable place…

That has invaded the space

Of my peace

Like its trees…

with leaves of,

Green, yellow and brown

Four seasons of  harmony

Boring holes through my senses…

It’s memory stored through the tenses…

Stockholm in the summer, winter season

Through the autumn’s rise and fall….

flowers bursting in bloom at spring's hall...

Always will I remember it’s

Echo’s call…..

Into my heart….

It will never part…

 

You broke the chains of 

My sorrows…

Lending me the promise

Of many tomorrows,

 

Stockholm, gentle ,Stockholm

Sing to me your songs of life

Set me free

and make me see,

But never let me be…..

 

(Stockholm, Sweden

Sept-Oct, 2005)

 

13 November, 2005

 

                                                      

 

Shadows of desire

In a sylvan conflagration

Fortold in a bamboo pantomime

Incendiary moans

From a cryptic milieu

Become a citadel

Of apocalyptic proportions

 

The jazzy pitch

Of a saxophone

And the beats of

The sensual drums ,afloat

Portray the movements

Of your body parts….

Fingers tapping with a music

Unknown….

Bring forth a cornucopia

Of emotions so wild…

Assiduously courting

Prodigiously praying

Never to be daunted

And never wanting to yield

 

I am your shadow lover

For you, I will give

In you, I will live

For your kiss ,I will breathe

For your touch, I will feel

 

The world turns

With every sigh that you take

My heart swells

With every sound

That you make

Sylvan fires will never cease to be

Your love burns brightly

Deep inside of me.

 

For: Jose Manuel Raposo Nunes da Silva

       11 August, 1998