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