Welcome the world the green of calm
Walk away when rush of harm
For you will know as silent sound
Stamping leaves hidden of ground

Welcome the world the blue of bright
Wooden broken cuts of light
For you will show the path to sway
Reach the branches new of day

Welcome the world the yellow of warm
Droplets of ice to melt the storm
For you will step as Lilly’s bloom
Blow away the dirt of gloom

New breath
Begins
Once more

New touch
Unfolds
Another door

New sight
Allows
Freedom saw

You once was in the living now
Footprints left, the boots worn
and walk along the stick to ground
In living times ,heart now torn

Days now fade the stream  of past
Hidden hands, leaves, crisp down
to echo back a million miles
In living times, beat no sound

Nights of rest the shooting mind
Remembered dreams, real life times
will flash the stars so full to stare
In living times, Dad of mine.

Poetry what’s in a word
Words what’s in poetry
Living or being
Written of seeing ?

Poetry what’s in a rhyme
Rhyme what’s in poetry
Now or then
Written of when ?

Poetry what’s in a meaning
Meaning what’s in Poetry
You or  thoughts
Written of taught ?

I hear inside, I push,  I try
to say what stops the nigh
of knowing hidden so high
hands will show of one goodbye

Around to swirl, repeat the storm
Inner voice, feel what’s worn
Repeat repeat,  silence torn
One word out loud for ever morn

Push the button, reveal the power
Out loud, one day,  clouds will shower
Every step, mast of tower
My voice of sound outside will flower

I’m lost
I’m hidden
I’m now
Forbidden

I’m finding
I’m knowing
I’m past
Showing

I’m searching
I’m blank
I’m who
Sank