My feet are tired and sore,
from a journey of a day or two.
Strolling from settlement to settlement,
I reach a river gleaming with beams of light.
I sit and stretch my legs wide and long,
Wiggling the toes on my feet.
The river never ceases in its motion,
The life that I call my own has always been a motionless thing.
Seeming to stop and stagnate unlike the river before me,
A river teeming with bounty.
Perhaps my life could be this way,
Full of energy and beauty.
Such a life is worth living,
A life full of opportunity and wonder.
May I live to see it for myself!
A breath of fresh air is all I need,
I prepare to continue the journey.
Up on my feet newly refreshed and rested,
Never shall I stop till I see a life as I see this river
Strong and full of vigor.

The glory of poets is that,
they play with words
Oft like musicians play with notes,
Like a fiddler that plays with his fiddle
Like the dancers that play with their feet,
The heart must go with its rhythm,
Such as a poet has to go with the flow,
Lest he lose his moments grace
To the wicked diversions in his mind,
The mind that inspires
Should not be left alone,
Rather it should indulge in such
The ever so quickening thoughts,
That run through the tunnels of our conscience
We must do our best to catch up on time.

The wind moves coldly among the season beaten leaves
Lives flourish and despair in front of me
Cracked and sullen memories flood my mind,
I look to the horizon and see the burning indigo sunset
Gliding unto emerald grass,
I see a reflection of myself leaking out of suppressed thoughts
I see a lake full of sapphire stones, I stare at the illuminating stream
I jump and dive into the crystal waters, the thoughts wash away
And are replaced with all the beautiful things of this world
The beauty grasps at me and covers the dark and hollow parts of my mind that have troubled me all my life,
Clear blue waters as blue as lapis lazuli bouncing before my being
I feel complete and whole as I leave the warm water
Water droplets trickling between my fingers,
The thick air of melancholy is gone and I feel light and swift-footed
I make my way towards the already settled sun and now the sky is littered with starlight,
Its rosy lights captivate me and I sigh and run towards the everlasting joy awaiting me
The stars cry their approval and I fly again once more

The grey sky looms over the hills
I like to watch and get lost in them,
Flickering memories of long forgotten days
I remember you and your bright green eyes
Green with flecks of gold,
But then I lose you to images of broken ash,
I yearn for the days in which I could walk free
And smile upon the grass dew alongside you,
I miss your quick wit and silver smile
Your swift feet that made me breathless
Oh my friend return to me clad in luminous memories of us,
I want you here and now among the flames of our youth.