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.
I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,
Voltage charges power lines’ high wires All honest men die liers Her electric current runs tight by pliers My fires burn, they breathe, ash, and smoke Held so tightly I couldn’t help it my hand broke Shattered into a million
Riding slowly among the misty clouds The endless curves of mighty hills But i wonder it’s not fascinating me anymore Why i curtailed my world in you? Deep down there lays beautiful valleys Defining life beyond explanation But my soul