Posts Tagged ‘space.’

Without Snow.

Posted: December 26, 2014 in Uncategorized
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Winter, then came jelly Christmas without snow,
what a shame, such a jam an my state of mind.
Sticks standing begging to be cover in rob of
white, with the recalled of memories jogging.

Winter, then came jelly Christmas without snow.
Familiar face was not in Town,no poms no pride.
The place so paled looking, joys bells echoing,
but where! becomes a sudden cry, you certainly
would want to give your reaching hand.

Winter, then came jelly Christmas without snow.
Now that am fool by my dreams, perhaps I will
appreciate nature misgivings, allowing for other
to inter cherry space, warmth, from winter cold.
Still, I can dance till next time, till next time.

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Cloudless sky

Posted: July 16, 2013 in Uncategorized
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How last am I under canopy eyes, a dotted spot below,
when looking from Cosmo high. Here we are, over six
billions of us on planetary ground, grooving in,
grooving out, on trying desperately to survive.

How last am I under canopy eyes, sometime I think you
are a spy. On because of your technological supremacy,
opposing as its limitation, and the true is. I yearn
for those colorful graphic wonders above, not this
breathless, aimless heaven, hanging over my unrepentant
soul.

How last am I under canopy eyes, dulling my laughter
and fun, but soon the beauty of your amiable self, the
artistic pleasantry always delights, bringing my
dis-pear to joy, that said, I knew we are friends. The
cloudless sky.

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Mountains, Hills climbed, to touch

ravish in its rocky place. Lay atop

robust, orchard patches. You only played

with my mind, illusions of all kinds.

I pause to ponder, then ran off to the

higher point. Ya! silly me, you laughed

and laughed, till caught in your hollow

arms. There is the amorous of your love,

live were, even now is so full of those shard

moments. Thanks for the meeting together I’ll come

again, hoping to be supersaturated by your love encounter.

It almost never came, there was the night passing with its still morning dew, then the long heated weary, and humid dry days.

A shower hope would come break the spell. Few moments to spear on these summer days, when the August wind almost never, never came.

August wind, where are you? the cruel heat as my life on a spin. Out of control right under my very nose. I must then hope against hope, when the August wind almost never came.

The fussy air, and the wet afternoon, running toward the evening shadows. Reflecting light beams. The ally run was such a trilled, so reverberating, the Cat raced across lane ahead.

His color blended beautify, the space that evolute in front of me. I floured, oh sighing with breathe, breathing a lauded as the moment still, then fleet.

I remember, I saw it, and was so glad. I remember, and that all now is becoming my dreams.