Boundaries

Boundaries

There lies in the boundaries of space and time
A substance which exits to define our very thoughts
Collimating in dreams, along with the hopes we seek to find
Turning what was lost from the pains sold and bought

As the sun arise erasing the fading stars, we face another day
A saving grace majestically increasing the total sum
Of our inner being this helps to light the way
Across this bridge we arrive, ready for the run

Avoiding the gaps, lying in wait to foil what we have done
Turning towards the flowing rainbows, which never seems to dim
We follow the waves of solitude we beat our hearts as one
As we turn towards each other our eyes cross in mystical whim

We discover the love between us, has ignited all over again
We act as once we did before, when youth was in control
But now there comes a different a total new beginning
For in the boundaries of this love, our joys will we console

Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
March 13, 2009

What is It?

What is it?

That takes your breath away

In your wake to the morning light
That comes before all else
As the sun befalls the day

What is it?
That makes you feel surreal
In your trails and ordeals
As you go into the night
Not knowing of the plight

What is it?
That shows not lasting fear
In the middle of a crowd
With or without tears
Or in total solitude

What is it?
That carries you at times
When you're feeling oh so low
Thinking all is lost
You search until you find

The answer to your prayers
It lies before your eyes
It come without disguise
What is it?

Love

Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
March 07, 2009

Mortal Time

Between the shifting sand
Ticks the seconds of mortal time
Residing in the fringes of the land
In whispers atop the lonesome pine

It beats the sounds of forgotten memories
Slowly approaching, almost divine
Preaching the sanctity within the breeze
Drawing us closer to our deep design

If one listens very closely
To the melodies in our grieves
It sings of being lonely
As autumn befalls the leaves

Like droplets in an hourglass
Slowly flowing grain by grain
Much as life without a pass
Brings the tears which holds the pain

Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
March 1, 2009