The forest in me dim and bright The sun sparkles gold in my mind, When brooks of feelings swell Like leaves greenish I dwell, Immersed in colors of flowers Roam in the wind of thoughts Till my songs are rippling rain.
The moon is dim on me at night The birds of my relation sleep, The memories are like shadows Appear and disappear in a splash In feelings endless like stars Till I fade in the dark cave of heart.
Often hopes are like hills at day Faintly visible in the silvery-mist, My body is tickled with grass It dances as the breeze of time plays, Hidden in me white flowers Eagerly wait to bloom as my soul.
The crazy horses are my passion In a race under the blazing sun, The seasons are like women I love Luring my senses for their glance I tremble exquisitely for their touch.
The sun and moon in me, so beautiful The snow and the mist, so fitful, The flowers and brooks in me, mild The tigers and serpents in me, wild Possessed in me their beauty and terror.
A misbelief breaks into rags. Still I dream of some gods on black pages piecing together the words of light. The rains come in the cage of tears, voicelessly. Striated muscles of splintered faith go to cramps birthing the avatar
Are you too busy drinking While I’m on the floor sinking Are you too busy forgetting about me Getting high around 3 Forgetting who was always there for you All we had been through Do I even know this new