Today the trees rehearse their part,
each leaf a tongue, each gust a start.
Amber altos, crimson bass,
they rustle hymns in sacred space.

Let your feet be the conductor’s wand.
Walk slowly.
The forest is singing.

Moonlight folded,  
a mouth purses shut.  
    Ears rise,  
                corn listens.  
The scarecrow whispers—  
dreams scatter like chaff.

Awake,  
by stillness of the soul
               I journeyed in on hyperbole
        carrying on without extol;
I found myself alone without
        the privilege, of unsent clout;

Placed inside a              *Dark Universe
     I never heard the stars rehearse
            astray inside a sky,  immersed.      
I felt I was beyond repair,    
inside this black hole of despair.

Boundless and bent each muscle strained
             like tapestries of night unchained.  
        I  .... the artist without restrain
dipped my brush in sorrow without shame,  
choosing ink-black, for spitting rain;

Flecked stars of heaven,        * Cherry red
                   yes, I'd been mistaken for dead
                  for I had lost my homestead.
Dark blue for the background,     great hue
                   for a girl who was black and blue!

Awake,  
by stillness of the soul
               I journeyed in on hyperbole
        carrying on was my main goal.  
By the seaside,                   where bird's nest    
                I sketched a solitary crest


for it was there that I felt,  I was at my very best !

How few things we’ll remember as we enter our graves.
Will you remember the streetlights dancing?
When I tell you of broken homes and withered bones,
Will you love me anyway?

When you found my crusted eyes,
you made grace of what was grave.
I’ve practiced concealing my vile thoughts,
Carrying them to the grave.
But when my sordid mind surfaces,
When all that is impure surges—
Will you love me anyway?

When I tell you of broken homes and withered bones,
Will you turn away?
For fear you might drift too far,
Sailing down this way.

I know many things will be forgotten at our graves,
So let us embrace our entirety—
While we are here today.

you know how you can hear me,

when i am thinking. ‘yes that is because

i came from the forest, it is quiet there,

we can hear everything’

yes.

‘where have you been all day?’

here and there and felt the air

on my cheeks.

‘ so i hope the blanket of sadness

is lifting?’

yes. thank you bear.

the hardest landscape
we ever attempt to cross
is not mountains or deserts,
but the hearts of human beings
the hardest terrain
we ever step into
is not earth
but each other.

I would rather live in the shadow of us,
than live in the daylight without you.

Has anyone ever thought about it?
Maybe; maybe not ...
When will such a thing happen?
Did someone imagine?
The stormy petrel had become a peerless lighthouse
tried to resuscitate the distant stars, dead diamonds
Hours inhale seconds, minutes, moments; exhale orange, metallic, lilac, emerald, carmine and cerulean memories
The antique road, the vintage vehicle disappeared ...
The dusty photos are lost
albeit that album is not empty  ...
Each morning radiates with a radiant beginning
To smell sweet scent it's refreshing
Every day gives new news
Doubtless waiting is endless  ... endless  ...endless ...endless  ...endless .........
Nothing happens out of nowhere
Do not contemn one another
Wait patiently for the future



The flowery nature welcomes the full moon, the vernal equinox
A bunch of raspberries, the daisies ,the snapdragons , the heliotropes are lookers-on
The honey bees buzz softly, the queen bee soars swiftly into the air like a slender sylph
The vibrant views brighten up and beautify the panorama
The real beauty is like a classical drama
Even so, many thingies are blurry and blunt
The pensive, inveterate poet flinched in an unspoken fear
Something hurts, pains the fragile heart