Lay down a flower
For each memory of us

May the stems bend and not break
In the howling of the storm

Let the rain soothe the earth
And spring forth laughter

Of the colours of the meadow
Where feelings are as light as feathers

Dress a word up like a flower
Still it stems from me
      Water it till the world devours
      Every petal for a bath
      And float in it
      Like the daffodil sea
Eternal is the sun by day
How it seeps and soaks the skin
But flowers cannot burn at sea
They can only ripple in
       Be it tide-ward manner ever present
       With omnipresent tense
For as roots draw water from the deep
So will salt bring waters end

(2017)

A sparrow leaves its nest
From woods to ecstasy
And captivates the worm
In smallest quantity!

And makes its subtle power
To dominate the ranks,
And kneels itself on meadows,
But timidly attacks.

For all the fumbling creatures
Who lost in Cavalry, —
The sky is only hope
To mountains and to sea.




E.

Smiles paint our faces
As downhill we go
A golden crown resides
Atop our heads.

We are rulers of the realm.
Our happiness controls life
We dance across the meadow
Vibrant green grass stands tall

White petals with yellow cores
Live in patches, like cities in our kingdom.
I'm tackled to the floor,
We are gods to the bugs of the ground.

Rolling down the hill, faster and faster.
So happy. Happy.
Smiling cannot convey my true feeling.
My love defies a satisfied expression.

I take your hand in mine
You draw me near, not near enough.
My face seems to have forgotten a frown.
It knows not how to make that shape.

Laughs escape through our lips
And we start again.
Running together, together forevermore.
Dancing gracefully into the hands of the future.

Big white chunks of fluffy ice
flying down in a serendipitous sequence
falling against the yellow steady splash
of frothing evening light,full of mirth
in some moments glowing like embers
against slanting rays,again white
on extended meadow grass plane
transforming it a white spread sheet
of cool silence, with lessening patches of green.

I looked out upon the green meadows,
Glistening with fresh morning dew.

I took a deep breath,
The cold air filling my stale lungs.

I felt the grass under my feet,
Soft and swaying as I walked through it.

I moved towards the mysterious woods,
Dark and foreboding in all its' majesty.

I drifted between the trees,
Ancient history surrounding me completely.

I moved to the spring in the center,
A glimmering pool of hope, sunlight carefully caressing the surface.

I looked up into the dense foliage,
The leaves blotting out almost every bit of sun...

I looked up from the book I was reading, thinking;
'That was beautifully written, and beautifully thought.'