The Song

"The Song"


Butterflies wake up in the mist
I am restless to meet them
Between the self suficient solace
And dancing wind of change

I like to travel to the heart of I
Where the clouds of blue
Become the gold
Storms turn into sweet rain
Dissolving the pain of an lifetimes.

Come closer, let me see you
Again as the truth, radiance and the jazz
That is something to pass
On and on infinitely
Until the love is filled
With smiles and flies.

Belonging to the fresh grass
It just grows as some people say
So, say it again and play thy game.

Play it! Play it with all your heart
In multitude of sound and ambiance
In graceful deliverance

Run into the lords of silence
Where the dance is plenty
And stillness sublime

Just increadible dream...


"Evening quiet"


Dim night and the stars. I saw your face
Oceans, moon, whispering voice.
Little light...some quiet purple.

Clouds, whitespread into the future
Watering our hearts...watering
More and more

Until it is filled with...
Eyes of joy, green leaves
Infinite finity
Words which cant speak

Evening quiet...quiet song
Sharing of something. Something...
Sweet, serene, sacred.

Inner into outer, no boundaries
Sky full of diamonds
Full of meaning...gazing
On itself...kindly
Without discription

Without distinction...empty
Red leaves, roses, reminiscence of...
Dark herbs...frameless...fearless

Free...to be, almost fractal
Silence and the lips
Yellow stones and the kiss

Traveling forward in no-motion
Expressing simple emotions
Being awake...being born...being.