Where Love Comes Inside

Where love comes inside - this way for crying,
With tears that daybreak in the blue blossoms;
Silver soft nonsense and wisdom amalgams,
A drop that glitters before eye beautifying.
Some little inside of someone's sweet thought,
Its horizon of hope endless deep sky;
What dim shadow silvery a heart has taught,
Through mist of the panes that in corners lie.
Yellow of evening that glitters to grey,
And give just a moment before it's old;
All what is given of sun golden ray,
Before the dawn - and the day can not hold.
Sweet like a breeze or the love that is near,
All what's within - one falling lonely tear!

Oh Let Not My Dreaming Just Come

Oh let not my dreaming just come and go,
For life is too short in contrasting ways;
When grey moods move forward spoiling the days,
Give away its pleasures that were while ago.
Each day is a spot of darkness and light,
With all that is here to give and then take;
Like a dawn that comes in morning quite bright,
Life's simple pleasures before a heart ache.
River moves on with a thought that is old,
All is just here with the hours that they give;
Fortunes are in though nothing is foretold,
What is of dreams and what is there to live.
Bring all your hope to the outside of field,
For life's relish in the thoughts are annealed.

Sweet Summer Dreams

Sweet summer dreams are to delight us all,
When old winter goes away in its dim;
Its weary worn weather and breezy hymn,
With coldness and frosty earth confrontal.
The bleedings of colours will give its tone,
To the summer now new freshness singing!
Greenness to hills and the growth back bringing,
When flowers together shall stand not alone.
The sweetness of joy will lit like a flame,
And give back its colours from grey and dead;
There will be more blue, the green and red,
And all other countless without proper name.
Laurels of the summer in fresh they come,
How sweet the rose: as the lover's blossom.