The Angst of the Sounds

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As the clouds begin to stream
The night gently moves in, unabashful
With its many ghosts and fears
And its many stories to tell
It pours in, looking for a place to park
And a soul to save.
But allow me to tell you one more
To help you fall asleep:
In the quiet hours of the night
The wind blowing unadulteratly
An angel appears
Tucking you to bed
Sniffing the cravings of the night
Silently watching over you
.
So, my dear my bell, say hello to the angst of the sounds
The perils of the darkness
Sleep tight, the angel says
And happy dreams!

© Angela Aguiar

Diving in

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Diving in
I hear you calling me and
I run to you. You say my name
and I melt like butter in heat
for you.
I sit still listening to you
telling me stories.
I close my eyes, immersing in the lullabies of your voice
letting go of my existence
fading gently
giving way to your stillness
caressing your soul
your fragile air
and my body gives way.
Are you there yet my love, are you there?

© Angela Aguiar

Hello September, Autumn Is Here

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September is here and so is Autumn.
The start of equinox
the transition of summer flowers to the chills of winter blues.

When the temperature begin to dip and
the leaves twirl into a psychedelic dance of “I look prettier than you are” yellow, red, orange and brown hue
mutating into a marmalade of a perfect combustible pile of polychromatic mess.

When you grieve the fresh flower
your mood jerks into silent essence
the streets are dry
the baking of the bread in the air
wearing white is a crime.

When you are up high in the the mountains
squashing away your sorrows
the sound of Spring is yesterday news
the birds go astray
the sky is a canvas
the cloud a pencil.

Slave to an array of mesmerizing sunsets, the colors echo
the wind breezes roaring ivory tunes palatably in your hears.

Bring in the sweater, the jacket, the boots, the hat,
Autumn is here.
Run through the cornfields and
touch the beautiful changes clustered around the tree
break into a delicate gorgeous pirouette
and blow away the lonesome leaf.
Time for hot cocoa and warm tea, pumpkin and apple pie, sweet potato, chestnuts, and… yes, beautiful smiling faces!

© Angela Aguiar