When dawn unfolds on a town's older region
Sunrise crawls across cobblestone streets
Autumn break speaks its opening greets
I say an urban dream world comes into vision

I walk these archaic avenues alone
Following the lead of my oversized shadow
Astringent cold awakens my face and neck
While a glinting sun slowly pats my back

Past gothic fencing and cream-colored brick
Concrete bridges veined with vines
Damp shades of wood stare from the park
A fountain shines at the heart of the square

The muffled click of claws against curb
From blackbirds prodding the lower scenery
Shares the air with benevolent fumes
Of bakery bread and chimney smoke

Porch lights fading in soft succession
The radius of light extends its exuberance
Reflections expanding in dark shop windows
The first opened door soon taints the silence

In time the usual routines exude
An old piece of map slowly stirs to life
Another new chapter from torn, yellowed pages
Is resurrected into a tangible shape & stripe

It is already late
The city is still covered with
a veil of thick fog
Two lives are just separating  
from an effusive knotted hug

The Sun is said to be lazy
A lively breeze is inciting
a fire,under the inertia
the body is aching
Eyes ever beguiled, are hazy
And my inside?
something thrilling is moving
The question I am hammered with
"What are you doing?"

The Far Away Resort

I want a place where sidewalk ends
The roads are straight and no bends
The Grass grows tender soft and white
The Sun burns gentle crimson bright
The moon-bird rests from its dreary flight
the peppermint wind blows
cool and slight.
It is a pasture wide and green
I am looking and looking for it
And yet to be seen

Let me be free and go past
from where the black smoke
rules the roost
Dreams are shatterd and
Hopes go bust
the streets are full of pits
the Potholes are allowed to grow
let me walk a walk however
measured and slow

Thinking to go? The way is long and drear
Better be happy  stay where you are
The fortune is that rules the watery waste
To be wise do not make it haste.
To change a way for one of fear
And those who leave shore can return never.

You feel the waves are asleep
And lost the word they are supposed to keep
No, even when they don the snow
when night is by
Can rise In battle against the stormy sky
They not to betray the trust
Stay put where you are and embrace the best.

While I sit down to write
My pen begins to talk
What are you ding my friend
You resemble a hawk

You have a long agenda
to fix something up
Never trying to find
only eccentrically burp?

The Suns, Moons you see
Can never be your friend
You are quite alone
over the battle ground

Time have come
to make your skin thick
Strengthen your body
to give hard kick

All these talks
made me to smile
pen seems very smart
walks a more mile

Agendas are to undo
battles are history
for my beloved pen
it is a mystery

World has moved
faster than my pen
Sun.Moon are in my net,
and listed as my fan

I pity my poor pen
Preparing to face a ban
we are in motion
Just no battles
Only a final Annihilation

Breeze is very gentle
Opening her hair
Dazzles under the sky
Her face is made to be fair

The dress is of pink
Flowing into the wave
Waiting for a wink
And nothing to save

Wrinkles on her forehead
Tried to be waived
No matter the crumples on the skin
Tried not to be seen
Her ***** is set to be curved
Water-tightly  strung
Feeling her heart is still young
Still groping for a rose
To fix over her head and
Make a new pose

Me and my soul
Both are very cool
Two separate phenomena
Working together
In a single arena

When you talk to me
Both hears
No sooner it is replied
Me's mouth is amplified
Soul seems to be hidden
It's whispering voice is forbidden

Me and my voice
plugs the souls' choice
Let the society sharpen its ear
To make  heard the souls' whisper