~ Welcome ~

Words ~
The immortality of silent thoughts ~
Can they capture the essence of truth...
Or mere attempts of engraving life ~

Here I come as the dreamer
wakes to a world of unknown shore
like the sand
in between fingers of drifting sea
I wait for the call to bring those words

Tuesday, March 01, 2011

Chum

your eyes also held a mis ... ~ 60to70 ~ 1988

Your eyes also held a mist
for reasons unknown
your heart knew more
the language of soul
than loud flowing chum
on the paradoxical roads
what is wished to be shown
minds cannot interpret whole

Night London 2004

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