Lost Treasure

Lost Treasure

I loved him more than the morning sun
he passed away one day on a rainy night
My heart cried his loss he was the only one
that fulfilled my life , made me strive to live...

My eyes cried to fill the ocean blue
no one in my life was so true
my heart never sealed the beat it lost
I buried the treasure God had brought..

Oh how I mourn the lonely days
his love was my seed, my life, my day..
Memories erased at the ocean shore
alone with my tears forever more...

Oh how wonderful it would be
to live the past like I lived before
the soft melody of the ocean roars
to be with you like before..♥

Miss you my love~
By Lynda
Ferrer CR/2-13 RR

Ode to Mother Teresa

Ode to Mother Teresa

Beloved crusader for the poor
woman of charity and compassion
Server of the world under the lord
faithful truth in her glorious actions

Unconditional love was her quest
pure sacrifices of her noble heart
Selfless service to the poorest met
charisma to the sick piously brought

Divine soul with a golden touch
in a journey of devotion truth survived
Caring the loving that lived and died
by standards of love shared so much

She sailed in turmoil the roughest of seas
over storms and tides never ceased to plead
Prayed above the grayest skies
her ship ‘s survival safely arrives

She taught the world what it means to care
for every person and why we should share
The suffering of others comes from others greed
this has to change it’s the greatest need

Humility is the rose of the garden of life
which grows with care when the touch is right
This is why Mother Teresa ‘s garden so faithfully grew
perfumed with roses her whole life through

If only a grain of her love is well preserved
in everyone’s heart to care and serve
Humanity would not suffer or cry
For our souls well- kept will never die

©Lynda Ferrer/2013
Puerto Rico

What More There Be if Not Love

What More There Be if Not Love

What more there be if not love
when hearts sink in mellow swamps
dripping teardrops in lakes of agony
suds floating away
washing away
 underground souls of buried dreams
Illusions  dumped into foreign streams…

What more there be if not love
To cherish more than the morning moon
Beauty of a butterfly that flies not cocooned
A starless night in blackest blue
Touching  shadows that don’t move

What more there be if not love
To caress a cheek of lovers in love
 Observing birds that fly above..

What more there be if not love
Hearts faint away in soulless ships
Seeking islands in fantasy trips…

What more there be if not love
When no ones there
To share
To  be
To  live
To express
Solo in me…
©lynda ferrer/2013