If a song doesn't touch
you as the wind
in a breathe of dawn,
if a song doesn't bring
you to tears, if a song
doesn't make you want to
float across the water as the
glide of the wings of a seagull
against and with the sea,
if a song doesn't make you
want to dance in the starlight rain,
to close your eyes and hear the
leaves shivering to the light
of the sun in the secret garden
of soul, then what is the reason
of a song?

Last night I longed for the morning sun.
   I wished for its warmth; I prayed for its light.
Coz the night felt so cold; seemed so dark; stabbed so blunt.
   Indignant, why can't the morning sun brightens my sorrowed night?

At dawn, the morning sun was delivered to me.
   With its glow and radiance, its glory and beauty.
O Morning Sun, the desired one; how I wish I could stare.
   But I was humbled by your glare; shamed by your flare.

So I hid myself in the shadow of a tree.
   Peeking through the branches,
      marvelling at what I can't see.
I closed my eyes, seeking the stillness in me,
   Through my eyes it dances,
      and my heart beholding its beauty.

O Morning Sun; your love - so mighty and abundant.
   You were there through the night, in my tears and my despondent.
O Morning Sun; your love - illuminates and enlightens.
   Through the soft breeze, the sweet chirps, the elegant *****,
      the dewy grass and the earthly fragrance.
I opened my eyes as a flower abscised fell on me,
   Instantly astonished by the sight of the dancing light,
      on the leaves of the tree.
Through the lake, the sky, and millions of miles
   - yet your reflection is all I can see.
How could have I aggrieved through the night
   - when the darkness set alight in me.

Your presence is too bright, so glorious and beautiful.
   Your absence is to be felt, as guidance for the fool.
As I slipped and I fell, coz the darkness felt so cruel,
   Let the cut goes deeper, feel the pain in wakeful.

O Morning sun, ease me of my worry.
   Look up to the proud moon, reflecting your beauty.

My aching heart, my yearning soul,
A deeper cut, and weary role.
Fill me in, let me grow,
Help me out, let me flow. ❤️

Moon is drowned in tbe bowl,
Dim are the light deep lakes.
Hit by a potent power ,
As anything it takes.

Colour is peculiar; hazy yellow white,
Standing out amongst the sky.
One gaze and forgotten,
Anybody would begin to fly.

Inside my mind, a tree decays,
Its branches broken, lost in haze.
Dark shadows cling to every limb,
A silent scream, a fading hymn.

Roots once deep now barely hold,
A story of despair untold.
I feel myself slowly fade,
A shadow of the strength I made.

No light breaks through this endless night,
Just emptiness and fading sight.
The tree is dying, lost in gloom,
A silent witness to my doom.

the sky is wet like a mouth
the light extremely fragile
bellow people keep fighting, dancing, dying
a soothing sustance, this perfume fills my nails unassuming
the real & the imaginary fuse & diffuse each other

imagination keeps you real
by chance tears feed the earth
we need the continuity of gestures
the prelude of silence foretells the foxtrot of words
a dream clarifies the windows, solidifies the doors
like a tide of awe against the void

lying on a road of cars,
empty beneath the sky of stars
I ask the God who made them,
He who said do not fear
Who am I?
Where go I?
Why am I here?

My God, oh my God
I feel so endlessly lost
My God, oh my God
Neither leave me nor forsake me
Whatever my cost