In the bright glare of the day
We are lost in the crowd
As night sets in
Back in our cove, contemplating
We seem to emerge
Out in the dark
Finding ourselves away from the glare
When the noises have ceased
And hear ourselves
In the dark we find us

Every creation

And it's creativity

Lies inside

We only can see
It's performance

We actually cannot see
What's really in a
Creature

The soul
No one knows

Where it is?
Exactly

But everyone
Knows
Somewhere inside
Us

Love
        Life
Live
        In
            Life

Sayings
         ­    Are
                   Easy
Standing
               Is
                  Hard
Everything
                   Is
                      Possible
For
     Mankind

I'm not the talking type you know
(us men will understand;
the women have seen this
in their men)
and being the lonely bloke I am
I bought a parrot for company
and just two hours observing me
in my house
the parrot said to me:
*"We ought to talk more..."

Within the blue expanses of your left eye
I see colossal expanding galaxies
white dwarfs, black holes and exploding super novae
vie with one another in the other eye,
expansion and contraction are created by your winks
to complete the picture of a universe without an end
oh! mother of everything, this wayward son is
only a spec, he dreams your vision, conjuring up immortality,
he traverses through labyrinths non existent
in the outer space, in his fragile space craft to reach
the galaxy in the shape of your heart,
this is all I can hope in my interstellar voyage
now undertaken, with my heart drumming
as the back ground score.

she was hopping hopscotch with the children in the sunset lawn,
At the dusk her pellucid eyes would glare the intense orange..
She was hopping from one rectangle to another as he was peering love through his eyes,
The sunset veils her shadow:
Her hair vacillating on her chin and his eyes blink on her subtle smile,
She sprawled her legs at the end of the box that is drawn on the land,
She sees the rested stone through the space of her legs,
And her immediate turnabout titillated him,
horripilations tickled his flesh,
Sprawling,spanning and love placating:
Thus Susurrus smile spake to him,
She Shouted a few flying syllables as she picks the stone in the celestial joy,
Subtle zephyr billowing on her confluenced lips,
The evening zephyr as cold as her breath,
He saw her only once,but he remembers every subtle detail infinitesimally..
He only saw her once,but he couldn't forget the voice of her eyes forever...

You deserve my life
You deserve even more
You deserve my soul
You can own my own