THE ARCHITECT

THE ARCHITECT

Details await in clear vision

The gleaming structures at bay

I acknowledged my retribution,

And yet the architect stood, undisturbed.

***

In deep brown eyes, the pinnacle formed

The adobe is ready, I needed a shed

The soft brown eyes, I trust,

Displayed fenestration, giving me sight.

***

I touched the columns of hope

The architect flinched, excited

Abide stolen arches of triumph,

In his absent hands I am molded.

***

Artistry grows unpredictably

Behind the silence, the longing more alive

Sketches of future intensifies, expressively,

The architect rest his palm on mine.

***

Looking through my rose window,

I watched the architect on his lighted desk.

Admiring everything, warming my soul,

He fulfills my life’s facade.

Copyright 2008 Micgui

el ciclista

medido pista de asfalto lleno de sombras de ébano el camino está lleno de normas pero nada para el ciclista … espera con impaciencia el amanecer visión borrosa pasar rápidamente signos de la tortura es latente por delante no puede detener la fuerza de cualquier formación … alma no dejar solos es una empresa, es más que una carrera modelo pie fusionado obras entrelazado para siempre, siempre deslizamiento … rompió la igualdad de resistencia los escenarios, los tesoros, mucho más de una milla nadie puede comprender … nunca el viaje agotador es una libertad de un amor desbocado tiempo no tiene esencia, y aún dormido como el ciclista se cosen la carretera

Copyright 2008 Micgui the cyclist measured asphalt trail filled with ebony shadows the road is full of rules but its nothing for the cyclist dawn awaits impatiently blurred visions quickly pass signs of torture is latent ahead it can’t stop any trained force no soul left alone a company is on, it is more that a race patterned foot works merged entwined forever, always slipping equal endurance broke the scenarios, the treasures, a lot more for a mile nobody can comprehend the journey never tiring it is a freedom of a runaway love time has no essence, still and asleep as the cyclist stitched the road