corrientes que conducen al mar

quizá ya no hay tiempo

para que el amor

sea de la índole interesada

coqueto y vano

quizá ya no hay tiempo

que el todo el tiempo

se ha colapsado en el presente momento

en la punta de este lápiz metafórico

y no sabemos cuánto camino nos queda

quizá ya no hay tiempo

nada más un río que ve otro río

corrientes que conducen al mar

ojos brillo flujo filo

                                                 mar...

--Lorena Lobita Wolfman © 2010

never lost

this time I knew I was love

as I gazed into your grey-green eyes

I knew this was love beholding love

this time when we slipped from each other's gaze

I knew it was love slipping from love

which is still love

love never lost from love

-- Lorena Lobita Wolfman © 2010

una alegría oscura

una alegría oscura

         un roble abrasado

oscuro como el carbón

        hoja de la noche


                                lloviendo por dentro


--Lorena Lobita Wolfman © 2010

escucha

me dices:
vino dulce de salvia

me dices:
luz de luna

me dices:
shhhhh quieta---

me dices:
escucha
el espacio
entre cada estrella
la rotación de la tierra
la nota perdida que sostienes
más cerca que tu propio corazón

¿sientes las luciernagas que bailan en la oscuridad?

--Lorena Lobita Wolfman © 2010

listen

you tell me:
sweet juniper wine

you tell me:
moonlight

you tell me:
shhh hush---

you tell me:
listen
to the space
between each star
to the earth's rotation
to the missing note
you hold closer than your heart

do you hear the fireflies dancing in the dark?

--Lorena Lobita Wolfman © 2010

holding wake

holding wake

by her corpse

¿who am I?

no thing

with no thing to hold

held

held by no thing

dark

dark joy

just before and/or long after

the spark

that ignites deep longing

for the once and/or original belonging

before it all

belonging to it all

being it all

at one

with all

¿who am I?

-- Lorena Lobita Wolfman © 2010

broken open

my heart broke

for all the hours of day

day after day

holding my mother

as she lay dying

day after day

only a cry

a dance

a prayer

a crow

river's echo

primrose red

nothing

could hold the breaking

day after day

broken open

open...

--Lorena Lobita Wolfman © 2010

a dark joy

a dark joy

      a burned out oak

dark as coal

      leaf of the night

      
                              raining inward


--Lorena Lobita Wolfman © 2010