Reflections



The innocence is striking;
His cherubic-like face,
Smiling gently at me.
This child, without pain in his heart.
Not having experienced the scars of life,
He seems contented,
Satisfied that his world is whole.
To him, there's nothing missing.
How I wish to counsel him;
Offer instructions to guide him.
To be a shining light,
Through the hard road which awaits him.
Yet, I am powerless to help;
To show him the things he should avoid,
The things he should treasure.
The friends he should keep,
And those he should leave behind.
To tell him of the times he will fall in love, 
And the times his heart will be torn asunder.
I want to extend a sheltering hand,
To offer all the wisdom that comes with age… 
But I cannot.
We gaze at each other,
Somehow knowing the truth;
Time has passed us by,
And the past could not be undone.
We smile, a soft gentle smile.
Tears gather in our eyes,
Overwhelmed by sadness,
Knowing we have to part.
Our hands reach out,
Fingers softly touching;
Then, I bid him goodbye,
As I walk away from the mirror.


Copyright 1998
Angel L. Villanueva

Early Morning Frost



It’s a cold winter morning.
You awaken, smiling so sweetly.
I observe silently...
Early morning frost on your window.
Ahhh...delightful view that I have.
You approach,
Desiring to view the white snow;
Pure cotton blankets the landscape.
Your sweet breath fogs my eyes,
While I bask in delightful bliss.
Your thoughts,
I wish I could read them.
The warmth of your body so close;
Let me hold you for a moment,
It will seem an eternity.
Serenity is on your face,
Smiling, a finger tracing your lips.
What are your thoughts?
Can I be your lover?
The wind lashes at the window;
You notice the morning frost.
Your fingers caress me softly,
Silently wiping me away.
The early morning frost is gone...
Then you return to sleep.


Copyright Copyright 1997
Angel L. Villanueva

The Hummingbird



I opened my eyes,
And there she was,
The hummingbird.
Funny how fragile she is,
Yet, so powerful in flight.
I gaze in amazement as she hovers,
Searching for that one flower,
To give her what she so desires.
Selectively, carefully, she searches.
The hummingbird.
What a beautiful creature.
As I admire her,
I can’t help but to think...
What if I’m the flower she searches for?
I smile, and close my eyes.
No creature compares to her,
The hummingbird.


Copyright Copyright 1996
Angel L. Villanueva

A Fool In Love



She appeared in my life,
A cloud, white as snow,
With no rain to give.

Flowers sprouting,
With promises of treasures,
Devoid of perfume.

Love birds singing in the wild,
Pledging everlasting music,
Emitting no sounds.

A river flowing mightily,
Assuring streams of life,
Containing no water.

Kisses, sweet as nectar,
Drawing me near drunkenness,
Giving no pleasure.

Then she was gone;
A sweet dream,
Her promise broken,
My heart torn in two.

Still, I yearn for her;
Her gaze,
Her walk,
Her smile.

Until she returns,
I will remain a fool in love.


Copyright 1996
Angel L. Villanueva

Have You Ever



Have you ever held the sun in your hands...
As it awakens each morning,
Or departs to rest at night?

Have you ever caressed the moon...
When it speaks to the oceans,
Reflecting the sun's smiling light?

Have you ever seen the wind...
As it whispers in your ears,
And flirts with a cloudless sky?

These thing I yearn to do...
To feel...
To experience...
To see.
Have you ever...


Copyright 1996
Angel L. Villanueva

Your Eyes



Your eyes,
Windows to your being.
They allow me to see you in your splendor,
As it is meant to be.
I see the innocent girl,
And the beautiful woman;
Observing the various facets
That make you the person you are.
I’m captivated by the warmth,
By the serenity that is you.
I begin to yearn, to desire.
It is strong,yes!
I reveal my feelings, my wants;
But the windows close,
Your eyes are shut.
Now I stand alone,
Unable to see anymore,
With just the memories.


Copyright 1996
Angel L. Villanueva