Oars of longings,

can't move too much bleakness,

a canoe,

looking back,

the embankment,

tears of maple leaves,

southbound migratory birds,

a solitary cry,

desolating,

the shoal of autumn.

Deep in the jungle,

an austere log cabin,

no electricity,

no running water,

no telephone,

only flowers,

streams and meadows,

no taxicabs,

no house number,

no McDonalds,

no KFC,

no Burger King,

only bonfire,

roasted potatoes,

and the winter snow.

A blue wall,
chaotic shadows,
surrounded by solitude,
this blue wall,
cold and frozen,
in the vast confusion,
thoughts are puzzled,
by this color,
apathy is devoured,
by blue shadows,
inside the gentle blue,
time is confusing,
and cold too,

Men,

the loneliest group of species in the universe,

and so Bell invented the telephone,

lonely voices,

flowing through the receiver,

a party is,

the carnival of a group of lonely people,

loneliness exhaled from their mouths,

into the air,

if the air could speak,

it’d say “hey,

my name is loneliness,

so nice to meet you”,

in the broken sky,

lonely kiteline won’t let go of,

the wing,

won’t let it,

seek some comfort,

standing on the top of the world,

overlooking a frigid world,

afraid of being forgotten,

wanting to send everyone a postcard,

time has carved loneliness ,

on the tunnel of life,

loneliness follows the partiers home,

and hides in wardrobes,

and becomes their coats,

and masks.

Love the sun,

love the sky,

listening to the joy,

of birds in love,

receiving a letter,

from the distant clouds,

waiting,

to whisper to the stars,

starting,

to dream,

to walk,

how much degree of coffee,

is the mood,

what color,

is time,

the acoustics of waves,

surf and spray,

and sand,

the roughhouse,

what to eat for dinner,

what are they doing now,

when was the last time we went to that amusement park,

and ate that vegan ice-cream,

what year,

that magnificent adventure,

crazy dreams,

over and over,

the secrets,

the smile,

the ending,

are they real.

You stamp on the abattoir,

you eat clean vegetables,

and drink clear spring water,

they filter out the wildness in you,

and comfort your life,

let you embrace,

the harvest of the earth,

the clouds in the sky,

like a St. Bernard,

wagging its tail at you,

plants on the ground,

dance for you,

like elves and fairies,

deer and hares,

they put a forest and a hill,

into your dream,

there lives a docile sheep,

in your personality,

your great heart,

has no place for a butcher knife,

you keep watch over,

that patch of garden,

of fun, joy and hope,

the dream of your life,

embroidered with colors,

red, blue, violet and green,

and your life,

blossomed with,

grass, flowers and trees.

Small town,

starry night,

the playback of old times on vinyl,

small town had our dreams,

osiers standing silently,

along the causeway,

seeing shadows of  days gone by,

against the wind,

memories of  the small town,

bright and luminous like pearls,

small town has changed,

dreamers no longer dreaming,

laughter and tears demised,

and became our own treasures,

walking in this city,

you can go back to a lot of places,

but you can’t ever go back,

to the days of yore,

of the small town.

Time is,
Venus that winks flirtatiously at night,
sunflowers that constantly chase the sun,
roses that bloom so fastastically,
an ancient tree that sways like the vicissitudes of life,
magic of wind and frost,
alternation of summer heat and cold wave,
meditative bell in a quiet secluded temple,
a sublime painting by a skilled artist,
ripples on a hometown river,
a journey across a strange vast desert,
candles of lovesickness,
tinkling spinning baby mobiles,
rolling plains of grasses,
little drawings on a cold window pane,
rotation of the globe of a tellurion,
attention-getting paper airplane in the air,
a vocalist waving a pen in his hand,
familiar places in the rearview mirror,
sailing of a dream around the clock,
light bulbs in Einsteins’ head,
a love poem hiding in a textbook,
time is,
changes in appearances,

refined life experiences,

firm tempered eyes,

wisdom that shines,

so brightly.