Drops of dew sliding
ever so slowly
off the leaves of a bush.
A flag, gently fluttering.
Sunlight, a solitary ray,
peeking through the clouds,
yearning to burst open.

Simple pleasures to begin the day.
Though indoors, closed in,
a peacefulness, subtle, prevails.
Nature's delightful sounds do not
reach, yet neither do
the roar of engines on the highway.

The air conditioner softly hums.
A clock ticks on and on.
Faint music from another room.
A babbling brook it is not.
Yet, must one not find beauty,
peace, love, in every situation?

I have discovered it in this place.

Grassy embankment,
artificial yet placidly beautiful,
with mixed emotions
I turn to you for refuge.

Sun breaks,
slightly through the clouds,
with just enough
to lighten my dark mood.

Quiet town,
convergence of landscapes,
with loving heart
I say farewell to you.

Dandelion seed parachutes
Fly up to castles in the sky
Little child’s eyes open wide
Weightless little puffs float
Fearlessly holding all hopes
High, to castles in the clouds.

My soul turned a desert.
I can't grow a rose anymore.
I can't seek the red petals.
For, they have fallen for you
mourning for all the hope
that turned into nothing
but love deprived thorns.

Lithe is the ballerina's lucidity
As the violin's language is eloquent
Through a minute's seconds lost in a moment
Oh, How the record must be kept in memory

To be spun in this garden of our axis
Then a new softness begs for the same apple
So that an old grace may sing a new thesis
Some forget to leave the dancer's dreams supple

Because the violin will continue to bend
And the ballerina will spin despite an end
Still, some forget within their pride to ask, "Why?
Does this cursed curiosity outlive its mystery?"

Then you trust in the revolution you chose to record
For this choice was made before, upon your own accord
From her emblazoned toes to her fingers in flight
As sure as a same sound could change, the answer is quite,