Racing against the wind
Back to where it begins
fighting all dejection
Soaring a little high
Screaming out loud
words won’t come out
No turning back
just racing again
Finding a rhythm
to make the heart mend
Time just stands still
then it starts again!
During early hours of the morning
I often linger along the edge of this lake
Welcomed with crunch and rustle of leaves
I stand for a while under the autumn tree
The birds fly and the wind blows
Voices of the insects, deer by the fence
On frosted air, aromas drift in a sway
Colours swirl alive in orange, yellow and red
A wishful whisper undulating in the breeze
Eagles nest high beyond the reach
Prism forms by the early sun ray
The lovely autumn day, the new mown hay
Flowers smile and the squirrels chatter
Mountains in the distance, behold the splendor
Scented pines enravish the sweetness
It’s a beautiful day, I am grateful to take!
– in the gloaming.
the heavens are open,
– crystal rain.
A divine cascade
where you at?
– my starbright?
behind closed eyes,
– belongs to you.
You are so beautiful
my idyllic muse
– in secret.
The wonders of love
let’s make love
– under the stars
Shall i wait for her plane to land?
-or meet her midair in silver-clouds,
clear the aisles meant for two,
order the finest dinner a waiter shall whiz,
Shall i wait for the hail from the air?
– or fly my own plane to climb aboard
certainly we don’t need two seats, only one
and that one is blushing from all of this touching.
Shall I vigorously fly like a G6?
– spying out my love in ways I can
shall she unwrap an early present
i’m wearing pitch-black
…she’s wearing none.
certainly two stars search the horizon
-climaxing at the speed of light’s dreams
air pressure certainly boggling
the clash of thunder and lightning
a show of overwhelming energy
for these weeks have weakened my pulse and my knees.
I hightail to meet my love
in the air, so close and yet
i’ll certainly have to wait ‘til she lands
so she can take me back to the heavens
– a place where she now belongs!
I secretly sneaked into your closet
for a vowel, a consonant, a simile
for perfect syllables, apt images, to pen a poem
Ideas came overflowing
Words fell like cloudbursts
building lumps to phrases
Slowly pooling in my mind
Oceans and rivers began to form
surging and uprising
from finger tips to colossal domes
Flooding and drowning
everything in it’s wake
Then the touch of your curved lips
Unruffled my entire composition
It got molded deep
into the vault of your mouth
Now I can feel and hear my poem
In the sphere of your heaven
-It all looks so gorgeous.
Met this lass named spring
She wore a princess dress
blushing pink as dawn
merrily she strolled
through fields and bawns
She sang to the trees
them green, some bloom!
As she touched the flowers
beauty burst forth.
She called out!
Strolling though the jungle in a warm summer night,
I’m enjoying the breeze in the waning light,
Endless valleys and limitless stones
These bones- these bones they walk alone
Nocturnal animals are questioning my senses,
Night owl is out with his moves so pensive
Off the sycamore and red oak tall shadows fall,
Hiding the wolf and his soulful call.
Lake loon and turtles are making their splashes,
As into the water the bullfrog dashes,
Clicking of bats flitting in the air,
Chirping of crickets and the huffing of a bear.
I stop for a moment to listen to it all,
And I cannot begin to recall,
A better symphony than I hear tonight,
As I walk through the woods in a warm summer night
The dawn is fragrant with a ruby rose,
Golden shining sun shyly winks
Such pretty flowers sing
I watch as stillness flings
Footprints follow like a shadow as I walk
Never saw, never felt, a moment so calm
Brightened beats stage a warm heart
Wealth of music, words, fine art.
On the wings of time wounds fly
A rage swallowed with no sigh.
This earth is so lovely
Why then our sad story?
Moral compass lost
Faith’s lighthouse in need!
Up I went hiking among the soul of clouds
Hoping to catch the sun seeds in my palm
As petals sing a lullaby it gets so real and
I cast my heart into the stream of its melody
The brook is cutting through the boulder
with every single precious beat
set sail the worries on a willow
as meadow fairies hoist the breeze
In silent conversations with the heavens
relaxing on a log that’s been expertly hewn
I can hear the patchy sounds of the horn
ushered by a gentle zephyr
Time to descend and collide with obligations
The plastic smiles replacing imposing nature
Walking around, with the fake crowd,
As if pretending to be alive!