Perfume from Old Gardens

Perfume from old gardens
Like yellow leaves are
Love scents of life
Daydreams and wishing star
Where every day's alive
Till the night comes new
Fallen landscape arrows
Glisten gleaming through

Flowers and the petals
Now under blue moon
Rising over the shadows
From the eve and noon
Heart with its many echoes
Beats in time and lost
Through the flow of open
Into earth's dark rust

Daydreams in memory
Catching crimson shades
Slowing up in motion
Every instance fades
Landscapes in their secrets
To none are owned
Unbeknownst to the future
What colors haven't toned

Secret Desires

Secret desires of evening befalls
In to the glow of gone moving waves
The thoughts in blossoms spreading its craves
Making traces of glisten finger's sprawls
Love songs through the houses carry the streets
As evening comes whispering silence
Each for a desire for something its treats
In its many yielding of offshore trance

The hours casting to the dreams that will come
In the secretly emotions of night
Gentleness to adore in deep water hue
Where everything of fantasies is from
The velvety depths of the soft born light
That always comes fresh - touching things new

Cold Secrets

Cold is cold
Like frozen river
Each its turn
Passing between the flows
Of icily hands

The channels
Of bitter inside
The bright crystals
Of glowing twinkling
Winter thoughts

A seed stillborn
Lies in the cradle of earth
Unmoving its sleep
And lost
In time’s spring
Never to come

Day's Fever

Oh fever of day
Come here to my heart
And make it cry
To the night

The sorrow
Is always walking
Among shadowed trees
And death

Embrace the flowers
Those are falling

Happy Year

The wild beauty is coming in clear new
With ravines winter's territory
The aflame of frosty fires to see
Majesty of coldness that comes through
The moment's going to a year that is gone
Devoured with many of its walking life
Railways to forgetfulness pathways done
From its childhood to the old did it strife

Happy year I say to those who answer
A new is born soon to give more ages
Weight upon its fresh on coming bearing
To be in colors of each tidings wear
That growth and aspiring to each wages
With many of its old ways and flaring

Clock Echo

I sat down
Without any reason at all
Clearing seeds sown
Poem that would make its call
The silences to ring
Into the pool of emptiness
So the words would again sing
Its thoughts caress

Bright stars to collide
In to the deep astray gone
Thoughts of inspiration hide
Nowhere for now for none
Shadows in black numbers
Each on a blank page
A line to none such slumbers
Carrying empty wage

Ring incredible thought
From inside these walls
Out to the open brought
Though none for moment's calls
Stale in its empty pool
Light of a clearing down
Emptiness freshness fuel
Each encouragement out of town

Oh Beautiful Springtime

Oh beautiful springtime come here again
In the basin green and so splendid all
In their youthful captures in spring call
Where each circling motion's never in vain
Under the clouds that are drifting here by
Fill my spirits of your wandering ways
Summerset moods the fresh colors and plays
Green valleys and mountains under blue sky
In hue oceans of tinctured completions
Love songs of the eve till dark skies come on
With dreams of their own weaving in to earth
Harmony voices and their accretions
When light wakes new morning in predawn
And gives brightness to every scene worth

Seeds and Its Flowering Past

I am not as Robert Frost
For I can not cultivate a tree
In that occupation I am lost
Never for a time to be
Something with the seeds growing
Or flowers coming through
These are fields I am not in knowing
Or how them - each to renew

Life forms in that glowing seed
This from the earth is born
Is something I only about read
Until the pages are worn
For it must be exiting to know this
To cultivate land by one’s hand
Turning wilds to a garden of bliss
And know it - and to understand

The Garden of Eden coming free
With the hands that have grown
Something for others to see
And you can call quite your own
Wonderment in its own rightful way
With flowers giving and last
Seeing the rising of a new coming day
In seeds and its flowering past

Times in Past

Times in past are gone with their tone
With so much they have given me
Every luck and turn they have shown
Their hours were made building new
Crossing steps seeing them through
What I thought was never to be

Times that came for a day
With their inspirations to give
Feelings and longing everyway
In each their expectations to live
Times are going the wind has blown
Everything is always continuing
Like a day that to the new will sing

Times that came for a day
With their inspirations to give
Feelings and longings everyway
In their expectations to live
Times are going the wind has blown
Everything is always continuing
Like a day that to the new will sing

They are gone - of to somewhere flown
What shall tomorrow to my hours bring
Underneath this path of winter's wing

Never Leave Me Alone

Never leave me alone
I want you to stir me up
Be my pebble and stone
And my strong coffee cup

Bring me the clouds of the sky
Outside like a rainfall
Be the reason for me and why
I'm in my devoting call

The sunbeams are always new
Forces of contrasting days
So in this way - same be you
In your colors and plays

Carrying the Night Away

Carrying the night away
Some thoughts that never come true
Giving a love scene gray
Is so much up to you?
Endlessly the days in air
Complicating each new matter
Always from here to there
The reasons to dreams clatter

Throwing my heart to explanation
What have I done right now
Love sick of innovation
Though I'll manage somehow
Trusting my foolish thought
What should I mostly now fear?
Whether I shouldn't or ought
Being somewhere else or here

Trusting that you will know
What your heart is searching
And by no means to let go
What in its roots are lurching?
Don't throw out the window
Something that you could live
Opening to the backdoor's row
Never resolves a heart's sieve

Sweet Sweet Dreams

Sweet sweet dreams are here for me
Giving of each their turn
Something that comes willingly free
Into my heart to burn
The roots of the tree inside all
Tides of the falling time
Whispers the nature's wild call
With every hope in prime

Love songs of the lasting past
Never to give in or die
Sketches of tomorrow’s cast
That feels like the blue sky
Rainfall with soothing drops
Giving no reason to you
Endless pleasures that never stops
Always in its fullest to renew

The hours I have on this earth
Given me what I need
Showing me places of worth
Help me its secrets to read
Knowing that spring comes soon
As we start New Year once more
Our strings we shall fine-tune
Opening new opportunity’s door

What Lies on the Open Road

What lies on the open road?
Ahead to my unknown future;
Everything's not easily followed,
Life can be an aimless moocher.
The days to dreaming will go
Departing from their reality
Like footsteps in the fallen snow
That one from the past will see

What lies there for you and me?
The dreams we can not hold
Coming within from nowhere free
Stories to our futures untold
Flowing through day and night
Sights that are passing by
Morning hours burning bright
Nightly glisten starry sky

You and I inside all this
Moments and minutes carrying on
Each trial in the morning bliss
Purposes that are never done
The days to each our yearning
Dices that throw each cast
Our flowers in yellow burning
To the going and departed past

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We Are the Wind and Fire

We are the wind and the fire
Every moment of our desire
The feelings that come and go
Like autumn leaves in the snow
Yesterdays those are never gone
To carry our bewildered dreams on
Like flow in each new season
That gives us a mood and a reason

We are the children that have found
Beauty that lies here beyond
Coming and going here through
Always in fulfillments to renew
Dreams that give reasons to stay
As they in faraway clouds play
New morning that comes easy
Wintry to the shore and breezy

Hope with peace in our playing
Like tides to and fro weighing
Sun shining moods of new dawn
Night’s silver threads bluish gown
The breeze above the tree tops
Horizon’s colors that never stops
Course of our moods and feelings
Moments in splendor stealing

Dawn - In Apple Red Light

Oh my love is coming in apple red light!
The freshness opening in young dawn's sky
My purpose is being - in sight reading right
What I might see in the cloudlets there high
Young morn time without end - silences loom
Giving oblivion to the lost thoughts gone
It's of with its misty drifting far bloom
To carry my pondering - on and on

Beautiful morning I belong to thee
Strength driven forces giving me their call
With their winging throughout any doubts go
Feeling strangely with forces so free
Traveler along - what might there befall
With transformed fields in rosy silver glow