On this windy night
standing on the balcony
enjoying this lovely sight,
moon peeping from the side
of that cloud in mischief,
the gush of wind passes
by my ear, bringing
a message from the big
tree near me, leaves swaying
in harmony and urging
me to join the tree, to sing
the melodious symphony
of unspoken minds,
as we both after a long
hectic day, need to unwind
to sing and dance
and loose ourselves
in this wild trance.

A poem begins as a silent beat in the throat,

Like garments of knots splices you shed in the dark

Embroidering them with the metallic thread.

My pulse is a winding staircase of blood clots

Choking in my own crimson mark.

This dusk will cover the moonlight in red.


It’s written in the stars and stains

The line that never ends…

I will run where the furious winds take me,

I will follow where where ever your heart needs me.

A long, revived gaze trough little, tiny diorama.

I don’t remember the last time I saw such a glowing sky, crimson and mesmerizing above the roofs.

It must have been aeons ago.

A quite pleasant and the painful cleft that is increasingly spreading in the mind…

It is a long forgotten, abandoned and worn feeling. The marvelous sense of penetrating into my heart like the tide.

If only I could merge with the ground and dirt,

this ground flooded with dusk and covered with long shadows.

If only I could disappear.

Into the rivers and winds.

People are
the whisking winds
At first,
So near, you feel them blowing your hair
Then,
So far
Not a strand stirs from its place.

Here I will wait for the Lord by the shores of Babylon,
where the waves brush my feet
and the winds touch my face.
No longer will I be saddened by my departure,
for You are here with me.
From my sufferings I will feel joy,
And only psalms of praise shall
take flight from these lips.

It was torn and slightly tattered
storms and wind had battered
The symbol....
The tree was strong and silent
As the winds tore through real violent
At the symbol.....

Look around you'll see it
There are many there to see
A simple yellow ribbon
Tied tight right around a tree
They're there for every soldier
Who is fighting to be free
They are waiting for their safe return
They are there for you and me

That yellow ribbon hangs on tough
To the tree bark that is worn and rough
A symbol...
On the day that they come home
Show them they were not alone
Show the symbol...

It's a simple ribbon on a tree
That shows them that we care
A yellow ribbon, nothing more
We're proud that they are there
When our soldiers come on home
I think that it would just be fair
To let them cut it down
And give them a ribbon they can wear
....a symbol