Moonlight Whispers
by Edina Barrett-Buza
The full moon shines over the invigorating sea,
Her silver-white beams float on the surface of the water.
How wonderful, beautiful and peaceful it is!
Whoever is born on this earth, oh how fortunate you are!
Then the gentle wave that washes on the shore
Whispers something, spurs my curiosity on.
The breeze takes my hand, I fly through the night
And follow the light of the stars over the moon-glade.
On the other side of the water there's no trace of silence -
Tears of sorrow and pain soak the land.
Man is so proud of the power of the mind
That the guidance of the kind heart is lost forever.
The wave that whispered its sorrow has become perturbed
The evening breeze has turned stormy, manifesting its pain.
The stars no longer shine, they glimmer as they watch,
Whilst the moon has been slowly drifting and turns away from the earth -She doesn't let us see that she's crying.
The River
by Edina Barrett-Buza
At the close of November’s grey domain
a wild storm rages along the island’s frame -
it struck where the Medway’s waters stray
and meet the sea in a silver bay.
The wind, in fury, tore through the night
whipping up waves in a fit of spite -
it galloped along narrow, cobbled lanes
and rang ships’ brass bells on their chains.
Yet one kept moving true to its role
while the river pressed on towards its goal -
from mountain spring to gushing vein
it carved its path through the rocky terrain.
Did it ever pause to glance behind
to pine for the woods and hills
which had been gentle and kind?
Ever forward, the winding way is rugged and steep
but it knows the salty sea will give it rest down deep.
The North Sea waits, like a mother, patient and kind,
The Thames a guide with stars aligned.
Let storms come raging, it doesn’t flee -
born of a drop which holds the sea.
Forever With You
by Edina Barrett-Buza
When I’m gone, I’ll still be here.
I’ll be the little voice which whispers to your heart.
I’ll be the howling sound of the stormy autumn wind,
I’ll warm your lovely face in the sun's shining rays.
I’ll be the cloud that waters your garden.
I’ll be there, in the river, in every grain of sand.
I’ll hide myself in the bending branches of the old forest trees.
I’ll be a flower in your little bouquet, and a butterfly on a summer morning.
I’ll be the little bird that sings and flies away.
I’ll be there, in the fresh dew, in the early dawn of the day.
I’ll hide myself in the refreshing shower and the fresh breeze of the spring.
I’ll be the sparkle in the wondering eyes of the toddler.
You won’t be aware of it, but I’ll always be holding your hand,
And crying with you whenever your soul is wounded.
You’ll call out to me for hope in your sorrow, and for joy in your happiness.
I’ll be with you forever, even when I’m gone.
I Found it in Myself
by Edina Barrett-Buza
I've been in the depths, I've been in the sky,
In the dark, and in the sunshine.
I've been up in the clouds,
Where I fell into infinity.
I loved an I got love back -
I could trust myself.
Then the swamp dragged me back and
I fell to the ground, where doubted myself.
I went to the desert, a big city,
Where nobody knew me.
Sometimes I asked, other times I gave -
I was looking for my own way.
I haven't found it in anyone else -
Above or below, or in the world.
But now I have understood:
Peace is within me!
The narcissistic lover
by Edina Barrett-Buza
They twist you around their finger -
it doesn't matter what you want, you live the life they want.
They hurt you and disappear, then reappear and smile with a doubtful explanation you believe it as you like.
Days of love, then many lonely nights - it's a tortuous roller-coaster and you lose your mind.
They love you again, it seems, then hurt you and you're left to yourself - there are no tender words, only a cruel belittling of you - and saying you didn't see what you clearly saw, you didn't hear what was clear to you.
They manipulate, deceive, put you down
and your reality, shattered, dissolves and fals into the precipice.
You know you should leave and perhaps you would but this addictive, compulsive, love pulls you back a thousand times - the vicious cycle grinds you down whilst life flies above you.
Please go on your way - not only daffodils bloom in the grove.
Farewell Raindrops
by Edina Barrett-Buza
The sky is grey, and the raindrops are knocking on the glass.
It looks sad, but no-they aren’t crying for us.
They wave goodbye; they have completed their tasks,
They cared for us, but it’s time for them to return to the skies.
They turn into clouds, floating high in the sky.
They sail on the breeze, and bask in the sunlight.
From skies above, they fall again.
But no-they aren’t crying for themselves either, they know their path, they're going back to heaven!