flesh of my flesh
two become one

but not for me
not now

too long has the Sunset
at the end of my days

too long the Sunrise
rose on my dreams

the body has no more to offer
Spirit only remains.

love is a percussion wave
spreading through your body

a rhythmic Karma
from your heart

the Mantra
of silence.

the advantage of solitude;
to be with the all of everything

you beat your drum
hear its love

songs come from beaks of birds
the hearts of whales

songs come on the wind
the breath of frogs

songs are the heritage of all
that will ever be

or ever was
song is the great unifier

of Mankind
and aliens?

to rhyme or not to rhyme
that is the other question

to write your way into time
travelling the Universe
on unstoppable spin

words appear, from seemingly nowhere
indeed just sparks in the mind
lit up and stored somewhere in the back of it

the back of it
haunts time
unfolding drama

the stage of Shakespeare
a World of actors
marking time.