Caressing Moments (of the wind, etc.)

The wrinkled agates of each new island
That are like shattered stars on the deep sea
In the greatness of the far awakened
That comes to the shore finitely
With dreams of the clouds and the abyss deep
In the new stories never told before
With the mornings and tomorrow to keep
As the waves keep embracing the shore

Every dream round the stones wet dress
Caressing moments of the secret salt
That to life is its heritage granite
Every flickering cloudy noblesse
Of the pinnacle and the interim vault
Like the codicil of distance gannet

Old People and Young

Old people and young
Making this world much better
For every heart to long
A strike to beat trendsetter
Giving much or taking
Is what we do to grow
Every our decision making
With feelings to touch or go

You are so much like me
Wanting to make your way
Being happy and carefree
To let wishes come true today
So much we need to find
To make this a better place
But everything's inside mind
Of opportunities turning ways

We need to connect the bridges
Those are too far across
And mend the wounds and stitches
Those heal each personal loss
The nights are waking daybreak
To give us another try
Our happiness is all at stake
Like morning of an earth blue sky

Bleeding Love

Bleeding love
Always so much inside
Stars falling above
In their eternal glide
Giving its new start
First time is not enough
Interlace from in the heart
Smooth surfaces or rough

Happening for the first time
Into the pulling of truth
Could fall to steps of rime
Or be a spring of youth
Trusting a throbbing vein
Or so lofty above ground
Down to its grain by grain
When reality again is found

Closing and opening you
Love without boundaries
Crazy on going through
Blossoms of cherry trees
Passions to tow and closing
Making no time to bleed
Fires of alight on rising
Never too easy to read

Bleeding love
Always so much inside
Stars falling above
In their eternal glide
Bleeding from their desire
Some to smolder and shine
Steps of effusive higher
Close for two to combine

Bleeding love
Always so much inside
Stars falling above
In their eternal glide
Happening the first time
Into the pull of truth
Could fall to steps of rime
Or be the spring of youth

Or be the spring of youth

Between The Injustice

Between the injustice
We shall overcome -
Someone on the street cries
Do you know where she's from?
Flowers of the hunger
Blossoms from the light
Children of world's monger
Their bodies at gravesite

What about love
That’s before any dreams
Passions and much affections of
That nowhere now seems
Only echoes from the bomber
That started the crying game
Fire and ashes embalmer
War monster without a name

Do you know where a boy’s from?
That died much too young
His body now in earth’s bosom
With a heart that stopped to long
‘For-Get-Me-Not – my leaves
These open wounds of sorrow
With old days full of grieves
And no footsteps for tomorrow’

Love Is Like a Blue Lagoon

Love is like a blue lagoon
Filling the nadir of water
Sunshine or coldness of moon
A space star goddess daughter
The objects of inside and out
The casts of the rivers flowing
Each direction that life's about
Sometimes to nowhere going

Night to the wings of a dream
Breaking the ways to the hour
Glow shine inside its own beam
Northern light flickering flower
Somewhere to go into space
Finding end of a burning flame
Dreams of dreams many ways
Come to thoughts - never same

Love is like combustion through
Flaming the heights of shadows
Deems of the sky far and blue
Morning that comes in its glows
Enduring distances inside
Clouds in the uprising going
Every thread smoothly sublime
Something of tomorrow showing

There Is Something Going On

There is something going on
Rising and falling apart
In to the prospects all drawn
Griping the ways of the heart
Nowhere to know its future
That is a part of all right now
Prospects of this is a moocher
Managing through here somehow

Life isn’t an easy way goes
Unlike clouds drifting by
Nothing for sure it knows
Diving its streams to its high
Feelings across every window
Making the times bearable
Now there is winter's proviso
With all hope’s falling parable

Trying to break the manacles off
With the futures still unborn
The road to the living so trough
Filled with hopes in timeworn
Struggling curves and bending
Nothing’s new-fangled in this age
With softly or harder landing
Each on its own in its weigh

Dreams They Come and Go

Dreams they come and go
Somewhere their lonely way
Out of the customs to show
Touch of their alone days
Anything to get along
With every expect and try
Those start as love to long
Before they say goodbye

Yesterdays dreams are far
Glowing in heart and things
Just like a lost love star
That with night wishes sings
Feelings so close in warm
With every twinkling shine
Falling to fade and charm
And drawing an end to a line

Dreams they come and go
Just like awaken daybreak
Through the steps in snow
Giving new morning to wake
Hope is in its rising song
Days gone by left behind
Like light that comes strong
Through lost ways realigned

The Trees Are Bare (a jazz song)

The trees are bare of leaves today
With many laments inside the ground
Now winter's here on earth to play
With thoughts from dark newfound

Tress that had leaves
In summer of June
Now in their grieves
Of a frosty afternoon
A thought of love song
Has left on to dream
With hearts to prolong
Its melting bloodstream

It shouldn't be ended
Though summer love dried
And frosty drops blended
What with autumn has died…

Only Trust Your Heart

Only trust your heart
My dreams are for you
Feelings are to start
Something from out of the blue
Yesterdays gave me sunshine
What shall I live today
Drawing a trustful line
In how my heart shall play

I’ll try to give everything
While I’m still at it here
Come and with me sing
Let us together share
Something of love’s worth
Trying to do our own best
Our love song to this earth
That we are with blessed

Only trust your true love
Doubt never feelings of truth
They’re endless in plenty of
Spring and summer youth
Love that is inside found
Gives more than it takes
Comes again young around
Plentiful heart up wakes

Haiku

Life is like the rocks
with occasional sunshine
coming through the waves

Slow Motion Time

Slow motion time
Give me something
Reasons in its prime
Blinking out and twinkling
Through the night rising
Emotions in sight
With its wings disguising
Through the evening light

Fast time is now
Bringing my future on
Managing here somehow
Until it’s all again gone
Living in the briefing
Thresholds all upon
Realizing minutes nothing
In its on and on
While-seeds roughing

Nothing comes to stay
Only some time long
Rising in its day
In its fast going song
Yesterday is now a dream
Through life’s river calling
Today in its stream
Through the down falling

Dancing

Dancing waves of the sea
From under the ocean floor
Bringing about ever so free
Spirits of new that life's for
My heart of its going beat
Trying to find prospects to try
Easy going from crowded street
Giving every progress its try

Dancing clouds of the blue
Far away in the drifting about
Better moments for me and you
That encircles not in any doubt
Set of steps to hidden magic
In dances of their time and still
Something to take out heart's flick
In making the dreams to fulfill

Dancing the days to wholeness
Breaking the chains of sorrow
With every its aspects of caress
To float on the free tomorrow
Nowhere to hide away shadows
Only just transporting the light
Knowing what comes for it goes
On to its pinnacle of its own flight

Carry My Heart on

Carry my heart on
Into the lowness of days
So much of feeling's gone
Far across the sideways
Yesterday is nowhere now
Only in its sweet memories
Like moments in its blow
Yellow leaves of autumn trees

Carry this song through rays
Of darkish winter song
That intermittently plays
As every our hope goes along
River of fallen going stream
Every aspect of its wonder
Light of our longing beam
That keeps the shadows asunder

Bring each hope in the heart
Of the flowing coming through
Where opportunities will start
For both to bring about and do
Yesterday is nowhere now
Only moments of an open sky
What you in dreams will allow
Of every thought moving hereby

Irresistible Songs of Time

Little bridges across the different way
In morning coming and its colored light
The songs of hope arriving here today
My feelings from the deep of indoors night

A mood of music from under the sea
Once together of lifelong passing bell
That comes to gather a part of me
For every new day I can't foretell

Rise and the fall of lives evenly feet
Burning in the sky of each bluish and dark
Barges of the bending of moving beat
The lustrous perspective of instance's spark
Irresistible songs of time never lost
If hours of binding get through the embossed

Where Ghosts in the Corners Cry

As worship moods come and go
In the days of wintry whim
And each footstep has its glow
That meets day and the dim
The appetite of love found
Wanting of future from its past
That in forever comes around
When everything else is lost

The get-away to find all new
Of precious moments once tried
Going complete and through
When curtains have fallen inside
Of love that had never come
To reality and made it complete
Like the cries fluttered from
The whole past and Futures Street

As love cannot give anything
Where ghosts in the corners cry
With much of its assassin's bluffing
In disposition of its low and high
Jackpots are steadily on writing
In hooks of lives own castaway
With promises to riches abiding
Till the night becomes clear as day

Cerulean Winter’s Dim Dyes

Amber summer sky
Is now gone to winter's day
With its time of morning high
And moods of summer’s play
Those feelings that came along
In the days breaking clear
With the singing of a forest song
In the heat of springtime year

Now here is deepness dark
With its intermittently starry night
And twinkling's assemblies spark
With instants in northern light
Winter’s frost loneliness snow
Conveying some twilight’s spin
Emptiness in its airstream blow
From the lowest point of within

Cerulean winter’s dim dyes
Reflecting moods of nighttime
Through distracting ice-cold cries
In the piercing chilliness rime
Every day’s like an evening burn
Reflecting the departed days
Bringing on yesterday’s yearn
On to its copious shading plays

The fall of Angels

The fall of angels
On to earth wrecked waves
The longings from inside
That a lover’s heart craves
Destinies to fulfill
Till the morning comes to night
And there's an instance still
Of a broken down flight

Where our dreams are to follow
In to the dawn of open sky
Where there are no voices hollow
Or echoes going to die
Where raindrops are clear
Of the blue yonder found
And summer is the year
That always is here around

The fall of broken wings
In the sweeping of the breeze
Where the sway grass on sings
With the dancing of the trees
And the heart is beating on
With its moments going through
And no song will be done
That bears hope to me and you

The fall of angels
From the sky of our dreams
Inside the hidden ways
That to existing every deems
Providence to fulfill
Till the morning comes to night
And there's an instance still
To its broken down flight

Love is to be forever
In every wing of air to go
And bringing us closer together
In its brief of its moment’s flow
And our heart is beating on
Destinies to bring to full
Carrying fulfillments from its yon
That to our living is never dull

The fall of angels…

My Body - Is a Part Of you

My body
Is a part of you
A flower of mankind
The soft skin
- touches to renew
Everything you can find
Love of young and old
My dreams flying here by
Nothing that time can hold
As blissful
As the blue of sky

My body
Like waves of sea
Going with emotions through
Love song
- The inside of me
Something that’s a part of you
Feelings that I ‘m to live
Trying to reach my destiny
From all of me
I’ll give
To make it forever
- In spirits free

My body
- The roots of earth
Dreams to follow and wake
I’m like you
Of my own worth
And sowing my seeds
To make
Life to become of reality
Fulfilling hopes
And dreams
That you might
In my footsteps see
River going through
In deep streams

Oh Sweet Time

Oh sweet time you gave me everything
In sweetness of its fragrances flow
With passion that to moments shall sing
When the tides to the evening must go
Dreams in the hearts own compartments
With the oceans of billows there calling
In the footsteps of ongoing departments
Where the sand of the river is falling

The living times of the easy on going
With the peaceful of living on thriving
Every day into night fully growing
Giving much of their depth and its living
Justifying the means by the outcome
When there is something there starting
Where every seed and flower is from
And breeze from the leaves is departing

Pinching the feathered morning shine
The easy of quick rising daybreak
When the glow comes to red on the line
And the forest shall come to its wake
In delightful get-together limb to limb
When life complacency we shall meet
From the hours of darkish deep rim
Before esprit comes again to the street

I Cannot But Somewhat Wonder

I cannot but somewhat wonder
What’s going everywhere on?
Feelings so much asunder
That should be close and fun
With the emotions of the heart
In to the new day rising
Where our footsteps every start
In a future without disguising

The love so tender and driven
On to its own departure road
Where cross sides are given
For everyone’s pressing load
Those times have broken up
Or given it its possess ways
Where meetings come or stop
In the disparity of each plays

Living the habits that fulfills
Making and breaking the waves
Out to the dales and hills
Of all the wonderment craves
Powder of time to roads leaving
Bringing in centuries paces
The moods of its interweaving
In openness of turning spaces

The Eyes of the World

The eyes of the world
They sometimes don’t see
What comes from the inside?
And goes about here free
A love that could kiss
The glow from the stars
The feeling of tenderness
That melts time and wars

The sweetness of life’s river
Flowing still on and on
Every dream that gives
Its stream of wishes won
Like some lost kingdom
Out in the meeting places
With hope’s only future
In its nourishing graces

A dream of dark and blue
Or glow of tipping night
The lips of love trembling
On to its first of a flight
Their sweetest as the roses
In its colors radiance found
Or gathered waves of sea
That to the shore is bound

Coming From the Sky

Coming from the sky
The gyrating moments for all
Going here low and high
Till those luminous fall
Inside the fluttering bliss
The day of the evening goes
Everything that let to this
For all the fading glows

Yesterday was once new
Till it burned up in the evening
With the dark night to renew
And latest dawn to bring
Full of flowering and leaves
Of blossom’s speculation
With their longitude and briefs
Of its wordily education

Coming to this earth
Our wishful thoughts to give
Arrangements and its birth
That truly must grow to live
Nothing is new to be born
In every aspect of learning
Through revelation it’s worn
To every circle ways turning

Between The Images

In a time where a day will stand on still
Upon the ways of the edges grown in
And dreams shall come in its real to fulfill
Between the images of dawn's new spin

The soul of flowers in the stretched out shade
In shadows rising and the twinkling on
Where every moment’s faithfully made
Till dreams and thoughts are to sideways gone

Ah flower fair in the street ways of time
Giving its splendor and tincture so true
Where the flow of tides are in their prime
And always coming to shore for renew
Days and nights we can hardly understand
Giving its revealing and fresh command

Life on Lives Rising

The days are back here with their great stories
All the ends ending in a coming bright
Through glory of shines and half-shaded light
This comes onward in to their glories
Right from the reaching of stony old world
Those give only handhold's of provincial's day
That turns around the page of aspiring play
From the amaze of the city's circling burled

Waking up to fire of young minds to go
Seeking their turn to find out and to try
What they are willing to handle with and know
When bent on for glory and each its high
Becoming final to whom they will bound
Like life on lives rising coming around

Love Is a Dream

Here we go once more in a beautiful day
Steadfastly on with the dawn's new light
Everything’s glowing in summer's special way
Through the endless time from the night
Love is a hope in its eternal of a dream
Recalling feelings from the misty far on
Where hours are lying in endless esteem
With every passing we thought were gone

Love is a dream that we miss
Always in the returning of fall
Long gone footsteps and a lost kiss
Those we once more then recall

The Night Has Come

The night has come like a fallen goodness
Into flickering shadows glowing on
Through a dark that carries what is now gone
To the terrain of times own process
The flowers were taken in bouquets pale
To fill in the moments of driven day
In the heart of significance war's play
Like the footsteps on going to their lost trail

Every like flow of a burning cry
To stillness liberated understanding
Greeting the farewells and asking why
What it is worth these causes commanding
Now fallen like flowers to autumn´s age
Without further reverie in laden stage

Flow Rivers

Flow rivers of going time
Into the desire of forgotten brook
Those written are into life's book
In life of its many a prime

The moments to conquer and live
In the grace of its gratifying
What every prospect is trying
And from every its page to give

The bending of roads coming
And changing the fields overhead
That easily to occasion is read
What every its portion summing

Life Is So Much Playing

Life is so much playing
With everything it has
Of its out and in saying
What it is and what it was
Feeling always something
What it didn't know before
Of every way it’s keeping
And use to open each door

Life is always trying
Making right from wrong
Every lose knot tying
To make it again strong
Finding one and alone
Life’s sometimes struggling
In its fashion and tone
With its difference juggling

Life is what it makes
Twinkling thoughts awaken
In its gives and takes
And their maintains making
Entered through and perfect
Making shows and trying
Every of its many aspect
That more or less is sighing

Cast In the Instills Of Time

Bring me some flowers from rain
Those were wasted to the earth
Everything comes within pain
If it has been tried out in worth

Cast in the instills of time
Displaying the reviewing of gales
Coming to growth in its prime
Everything within instance sails

Morning is stirring the blossoms
With every steam and new leaf
Withering roots knots of its sums
Through every hour so brief

The time is a center of motion
That silted below the grass
The stream of the tangling potion
A mirror of time's shattered glass

Pushing the framework of living
Clawing the dreams going by
So much to the framework giving
Just like those thoughts that fly

The silhouettes are in the sun
With pink flowers red from the nape
As the colors wither and run
To make their red brown yellow strap

Daydreaming waiting the shadows
With every curves of backwards still
Morning comes dark in its glows
In every instances and thrill

Like razors edges of the horizon
Outlining the blood red enigmas fire
And moving its pace steady on
To give us new autumn's desire

Yesterday's curvier backwards clutching
Into the deprecate of tides waste
Everything with dark woe touching
From its coming new season's own taste

Enters the lagging of forest's row
And filling the moments with stillness
Now in its memories timeless flow
Where steps become withering chillness

Corridor of the tide's flowing chart
Changing its mood in its observing
Flowing eternally on in the depart
With every withering leaf curving

Many Shades of Whim

I've had so many phrases
Coming to my thoughts
In cheek brow many gazes
Of each they're on and ought's

The mildly dim ago
That every time is stealing
And what we to ourselves owe
In its today own healing

Like May that comes again
After the winter's dim
To give seeds to our pen
In the many shades of whim

When my heart breaks through
To give of its steady beat
Although it's just up to you
How you these aching treat

You're Lonely & I'm Lonely

We are always coming lonely
And trying to be together
For you and you only
Are flickering like the weather
And dreams are too far away
To be of any reality
Like a morning that meets a day
Only to be in its company

The night is for both of us
Trying to find times thread
And trying to catch up with every loss
That comes to be with us instead
Like love that grows older
And catches us in our while
Time is its many folder
And every its timeless style

We are always coming to change
And letting the weather conclude
Every its beating blanches
That gives every season its mood
We cannot forget the crying
In the hours many singing tone
As this time's season is dying
And we again shall be alone

Time And Time Is Passing By

Time and time is passing by
Like a haze of drifting high
Seems so little up out there
In their vapor going everywhere
Rising to the moments new
Where the hours is coming through
Or its rain drops in fall
Making echoes drum padding call

Life is in its sweetly now
Making heart and giving vow
To the feeling in alright
Or the morning coming bright
Never to be afraid of play
In the coming unborn day
Looking through the spangle sleep
From the dreaming dark deep

Time is gold in fluffy treads
Or the roses in spring‘s beds
When the hour is young and still
Before day comes to fulfill
Kissing with its morning light
Every darkish winter night
Where the gold comes to the green
And a garden of beauty is seen

A Flower Will Grow and Grow

A flower will grow and grow
And give every petals show
Of love colors up and close
In shades that to summer flows
Of every nature's true choice
Is given much speculation
With every tincture’s rejoice
In its step by step gradation

Their moments are never lost
They give of their pleasure’s glow
Of foliage green to yellow rust
As season in its moment's go
Like blue sky in dreams high
Following new twilight's dawn
Where every our fortunate lie
To carry our good judgment on

A life is like a flower of living
Growing its leaves from steam
Every its laudable there giving
Both of reality and of its dream

Day And Night Forever Going

Day and night forever going
Into the miasma of tomorrow
Memories from hours glowing
Whatever they might borrow

Rising influences and going on
Into their shivering gone past
Wishes warped but never done
Everything moves on so steadfast

Beaming lights into every start
Finding a new way to fascinate
Rising high from its first impart
Always to give of its own weight

Swinging contrast in gentle aim
Building on its past forevermore
Roots to develop and life to tame
Opening up its expectations door

Dreams Should Always Come True

Dreams should always come true in softly go
Like fresh summer after aspiring spring
With a voice from the inside that to eyes sing
When new love it has found in its truly glow
Like a walk of life that is going here through
Finding its inspirations in sweetly taste
And never for a moment in wooing waste
But always coming to live and renew

Like leaves of green each life is giving
From moments that are living sweetly on
With dreams and hope that always are living
In loveliness seeking and beauty's drawn
Reverie to be here with you for always
Like rainbows after rainfall in gray days

Motivations

Day light is always passing away
As evening love songs come through
And the night in its shadow to play
With the breakable heart of two

Love is a reason enough to live
Trying to work out taste or choice
A heart to a heart tries to give
Motivations from within its voice

Every Time Is Going Around

Every time is going around
To the fields of somewhere
From the time of timeless bound
In the ways of morning air
Every reality between’s going
Finding existence in the act
As the motion´s windrowing
In their interaction and contact

There’s a between in conception
Straight out of its creation
Proceeding course of exception
In desiring essence narration
The existence of true reality
With response of motions falls
Tones between tones modality
The distance of accenting calls

Desire of potency going through
The descent of life's essence
Something to response to new
In notion outlines evanescence
Life’s like a chorus into the fall
Breathe of the summer leaving
Every its activity swinging haul
Through existence hours cleaving

Every Corner Around

Every corner around
Shadow glow dancing
Dying twinkling found
Into the night blanching
Flowing hollow light
To the deep unknown
Where once was bright
From the corners shown

The perpetual sightless
Multifoliate kingdom
Every dim to dim caress
Where the night is from
To the eyes reappear
In every meeting going
Circling here and there
Obscure shades showing

Every day is a hope
Nesting the lighting on
To the empty elope
That with sight is gone

Born From Earth

A land is not forgotten
That is born from earth
And with life feet's trotten’
Of every time's worth
The metaphors of playing
In roots of dream revive
Though nothing is staying
That’s of growing live

The supplication’s finding
In twilight’s final meeting
And stone to stone minding
There from past its reading
The twinkling of each fading
In mirror glass water glow
Through wearing cascading
In time that comes slow

This kingdom’s walking alone
In boondocks crossing land
With every meeting stone
Life’s thought can understand
A glow with its tenderness
Lips of ocean’s salty kiss
Narrow through slenderness
Of every reflection reminisce

Every Hour Falling Eyes

Every hour falling eyes
Dreams within its kingdom
With a day of lessening skies
Where the dark is from
Sunlight going in to night
With the leaves of bringing
Every instance from bright
And its ways of thinking

Love songs fading into this
Of the diffuse entwine
With its many deep on bliss
Flicker of the glisten wine
Every voice of wind’s song
Broken down in shallow
What a heart in days long
And its love might follow

Every hour into its wear
Fading like old day
Now the shadows are all near
In their dance and play

Sweet Loves

Sweet loves there are many mottled thorns before
With each ticket to its passionate way
Meeting the coming of new quickly day
Where it goes to pouring desire for more
Infinite at first till it receives me
To its endless tang and small universe
Where faith lay buried in its numerous diverse
Of discoveries of existing sense free

Listen to invisible things fallen to reefs
Of river of desire that give life songs
And is guarded within each freshly new sign
The secret blossoms within the motifs
With every its way in its pass-alongs
Like fallen rain drops to the deepest brine

Day And Night Is All We Have

Day and night is all we have
To wonder and bring through
The reach of other in its calve
To make up and then renew
Like voices going through moods
One by one in gesture's wrest
The night of dreams in preludes
Those to the mind are dressed

The crossing roads of shades
Without a form to give or take
Their many prisms in its grades
Feelings sometimes up wake
In leanings to its latest form
Those meanings give in gestures
And in several intimate dorms
Of flow through and vestures

Forces of each day and night
In broken rays that soon is gone
Here with mode of flowing sight
Till each dark nightfall is on
Together lost itinerary through
Their forces of going motion
By conduct to refurbish new
Of plummeting light's demotion

I'm Still Here

I'm still here in and under waves of time
Giving love songs to my alone standing heart
In the summer breezes that soon shall depart
Every flow of its going and its prime
Deep where the ocean today arise rhyme
Through secrets and its many cutting tart
What life has given or later shall impart
With the tangling roots that to the light climb

Love songs of time in their weaving far on
Trying to reach to every fire inside
Where feelings touch like drifting clouds afar
Everything of love that soon shall be gone
Just like the haze in the blue sky dreams glide
Reaching to destiny of day's wishing star

Tears

Tears
Will go by
One by one
Into the loneliness

No one will stop them
Only time will give comfort

The rainy sky is like
All life crying

One and one
They go
Those peaceful tear drops

Tears
In your heart
And your love
You are at lost
With them

One by one
They will go

One by one
They will know
Why you are crying

We all cry
For a reason

I Come To You

I come to you
And beckon my heart
Of what I have here from inside
I come to give
My emotions that start
Like long-ago waves those glide

And offer to you
Each thought of my offering days
Something to few
In molded time clays
And borrowed secrets
In time’s stolen kisses
That words sometimes neglects
And the heart therefore misses

I come to you
In borrowed time

Every Dream Is a Walk Through

Every dream is a walk through
With so much of sprinkling down
Feelings close to me and you
What lies inside this soul town?

Ruddy sunset to the high
And the ground of the rising dawn
Where our evenings sometime lie
In their carelessly spinning span

Hour of feeling into old dying
Down the tiny wrinkles of time
When a heart of carefully complying
Is sated on the roads of grime

Love in the rising to its endings
The beginnings of its grays and turns
Every hour sprinkle down mending
In their declined of tomorrow burns

New Morning Coming

A flying cloud
In sunshine high
Above the peaceful crowd
Of an open sky
Each day a graceful turn
With patterns of scene
Much secretive burn
Of hours there between

A cat's eye
Insipid moon
Up in the far and high
Like always there was noon
In desolate bluish night
Of tranquil morning in
Or stillness fainting sight
Like goose-flesh naked skin

Changing fire's amber
Consuming the misty air
Through heavens blaze chamber
That now's coming fair
Its sweetest glow
From up and everywhere
These hours in their go
From the rising of mist in glare

Images of Its Beauty

Stay
In the day of completeness
Where green are the fields
That momentarily gives
Enduring hands to grow
A garden of love

Stay
With the blue of sky dreams
Those come like clouds drift
To give images of its beauty
In timeless inhabitation
Of longing for the eyes
That never is drawn to nothing

Stay
To the windows of each time
To view every aspect therein
The fulsome of the lives going
Into the fields of vitality
Love that is making its subtle
In every its tint making

Softly

Softly like earthly playing
Touching the flames and river
Inside the momentarily claying
And to the times deliver

Speaking so soft as the silk
True love and kindness on
Everything within that ilk
Never in the timeless is gone

Slowing the haste of life pace
Through every season blooming
Many the on rotating ways
Those always are ever booming

Some Days

Some days are gone and told
Into the streaming fields
Like stars you can't hold
In far only blinking yields

Like a house build around
Each the stillness of its mean
Where sometimes nothing's found
Or anything inside them seen

A day of an ongoing trip
Though times emotional state
A conscious ongoing flip
That lies in each such a fate