music at its peak,
in rhythmic frenzy music rocks;
Joyous thunderstorm!

The
warmth
under
sheets,
bodies.
Hands tied,
dug deep.
So deep.
Scream,
loud.
At the
peak.
Both,
worn out.

i kissed the sky on a windless night
and tasted sunlight on my tongue.

i peaked on a wingless flight.
some might say i’m mystified

by the mystery of happiness and misery
so i retrace my history

to a time when i was young
and held a hunger

for the wonders of world
before i was thirsty for some girl.

sundered by the sunburns;
one learns to discern his past

and turn to the hands of time,
turning sand into glass.

© Matthew Harlovic

It's ecstasy that their is no end,
Ups and downs, life has a blend,

As soon as you conquer one peak,
You find more higher ones sneak

And giving you another challenge,
For the life is a mountain range,

Amidst of the peaks there are steep,
Gorges where you submerge into deep,

Life is like mighty Himalaya,
To liberate us from from wordly maya...