Have You Forgotten Me

Summer Afternoon

Voyage To Warm Places

Voyage to warm places:
The lamp, burn red and glow blue;
The time everything abolishes,
From old thought to a new.
Dancing hours grin between,
And fill the space with a twist;
What the minutes fore have seen,
Of pondering ways that coexist.

Rusting bars of sound and tongue,
In ancient voice entangling sleep;
Dream within the dream we long,
And yet's not ours to take or keep.
All wandering thoughts and free,
As bonfire smoke in hours sight;
The sudden fields of discovery,
That come and go, and again ignite.

Voyage to warm places,
Or the clouds from the faraway;
All the tromps and the aces,
That never for long will stay.
Expressing dreams of underworlds,
Platitudes and open debates;
This and that together twirleds,
In our destiny and unborn fates.

The Silences

The silences come and go,
they are like the summer's glow:
a cloud in sky
drifting goodbye,
- away from my sight quite slow.

Like a day that comes and goes,
yesterday's intermezzos,
night's lullaby;
how the hours fly
- till they are moments memos.

The silences in our heart,
with feelings inside rampart;
come easily
and feel breezily,
- when again they go apart

Like a day in moment's bliss,
or the breeze the minutes kiss;
as we are here:
silent to share,
- until we those moments miss.

A day, a thought, and then gone
to time's silences to carry on.
What we once heard:
a spoken word,
- an intermede liaison.

It's Raining

The Adjacent Possible

Lets Have a Beautiful Day

Lets have a beautiful day
before the stars come to play,
their glistening shine
and twinkling divine,
- out there in the milky way.

Voyage to The Sun

Enchanting Days

All The Sweet Things From The Night

All the sweet things from the night:
like perfumed air in bluest sight,
day is born a wish
from my dreaming bliss,
- when a star has lost its flight!

Yes now is the time to be
when sunshine comes easily,
into my garden
for spring's start en',
- to grow into colors free!

This my love shall always know,
I am hers with every glow;
again earth's born
from under careworn,
- winter's grave in grayish snow.

Something About Blue Sky

Some Days

Some days never will come through,
World is hopeless jumble lonely;
Something we are not used to,
In our thoughts we find there only.
Clouds are darken in the sky ways,
All our world is full of raindrops;
With our hopes in endless grays,
Where despondent never stops.

Despair not - for the bluebirds fly,
To pleasant places with new sun;
When rainbows crosses the sky,
With their magic and colored fun.
Though faraway from here now,
Heaven will open again to shine;
What's lost comes back somehow,
To make us happy and feel fine.

There are days in sullen dark,
Making us not dare to dream;
Full of remorse and its mark,
And every thought in dumbs deem.
Blazing stars are still in night,
Giving hope both high and wide;
Tomorrow will be all right,
If hopeless clouds again will hide.