Perhaps …

I was once a Prince 

heir to a garden  

where flowers spoke of seasons 

and the trees faced the Sun 

maybe …

I became a King  

who held hands with Angels 

shone the secrets of the stars 

their pages woven within

my circular language 

of blended  senses 

uncounted saint  

I have the holy books 

in my pocket 

next to a stone 

I listened to the wise ones 

nod , and then look away 

and learned from a sage 

where truth burned within her eyes 

I bare this heart 


copyright 2013 Robin Christopher Amaral 


maybe it’s the scent of midnight 

of spring grasses and cool air 

feeling more than alive 

or the sleeping moon 

in a quieter sky 

where I can listen with open eyes  

finding Saturn nestled in Virgo 

an old man and redemption 

reaching toward the pristine finger of God   

entranced in the swirl of the stars

swept into a mystic dream 

dancing on the edge of everything 

my essence bleeds into the night 

my heart beating in rhythm 

ethereal and grand  

I am a whisper 

copyright 2011 Robin Christopher Amaral 


I have stood on this edge 

between soul and circumstance 

between sun and storm 

where scars and ink 

circle the night 

in a silent prayer 

of love 

and compassion 

moved by the mystery  

the silk wings 

of a sunshone ray

guided by the whisper 

of the poetic moon 

where the spirit moves gently 

to the kiss of 

freedom ~ 

Copyright © 2012 Robin Amaral 

Eidetic silence  ~

Her name was a poem 

drifting upon a garden of secrets

of tears and passion 

of fear and loathing  in a  brave new world 

I felt the shadows fall across her eyes 

restless veils 

the black lace of a naked summer 

I , her prince and staret 
her retreat 

our bed surrounded in flames 

the candle ~ Anastasia

flickering eve 

yearning for the moon 

we never slept

like these memories 

entangled souls

bending time 

eidetic silence 

under the crush of love 

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She followed the Sun 

and let her thoughts

pour into the night

as She slowly closed her eyes 

and opened her heart 

to the wandering 

to find a place 

silent and still 

led by lucid grace 

to the water’s edge 

where She knelt by a pool   


    as black as any lonely night  

          as deep as any lonely thought 

and She raised her face to the sky  

to scry the flickers of wish-filled stars  

their song echoing in every heart beat  

and in her gentle hands 

a moonstone glowed

polished by time and the tumble of the sea 

connecting the chiromantic lines 

of heart 

     and fate 

         and a dream 

She smiled as she slipped the jewel 

quietly into the water 

ripples sparkling before the rising moon  

and in her reflection  

watching  below the dancing surface 
a shimmering  Koi  

to which She offered her palm 

the touch of a friend  

the acceptance 

of a beginning  

with a humble gesture  

feeling the magic  

of transcendence 

the peace

            of love 

Copyright 2012 Robin Christopher Amaral  




they gather on fire

in the flames of

valhalla and chrome

the spiral roar of memories

a lynx cradled in a torn photograph  

in the hands of a little girl

and her mother , in motherly rote
near their old wooden home 

under a spider web and a tree 

the ghost of her

wearing only my unbuttoned shirt

her tears against my cheek 

drowning in her cage of crushed dreams   

a suicide club

on a red raft , back stroking across twilight

and in my hands

a crumbled note of useless explanations

her voice writing fortunes in blood 

and a plate falls , and the night shatters 

and I felt her , there

still wanting to touch  … me

watching , hoping

as the wall collapses

into broken secrets 

copyright 2012 Robin Christopher Amaral

photography by Robin Amaral

I do not want to hear the words that wish to impress my heart , give me the words that express yours
Robin Amaral

rmy Poem ‘Babel’  read by Liliana Negoi