Untold

I saw the stars tonight.
  Untold stars uncounted,
  photos untaken,
  hopes unfulfilled,
  thoughts unsaid,
  questions unanswered.
A key-gift ungiven.
  Will the weird sisters
  grant a chance
  to respin the
  threads of fate?

No me preguntas de donde vengo y adonde voy,
ni my religion
mira mis ojois
mira mis manos
mira mi corazon
y veras que soy
tu hermano.

Poem from a mirror in a little Gyro shop in Madrid.

A Solitary Hope
A Wonderful Storm
Memories of pain in the silent rain.
An empty car
A wounded heart
Watching her tears
Wanting to be a shield
Wanting to be a sword
Silent flashes of lightning all around.
Realizing one's own shields are still torn.
Trying to let her know I'm there.
Let her know she has someone who cares.