The Absolute Always With Its Slightest Twist

Each day is young and not much involved,
In much to do and before spreading out;
Those ways that become clearly loved,
To explain reason in each wandered doubt.
To burn on bridges that other there might,
And how to digress their awful distress;
For each is a way aloft in the light,
That comes again in new eager bareness.
The wish and take of each new attention,
Unseen though and decided to be seized;
Through spreading out with the reprehension,
That every way before had there unpleased.
The absolute always with its slightest twist,
Often more in there - you surely have missed.

Jungle of The Realms

Jungle of the realms of a winter song,
Those inter through the wasteland where life walked;
The dreams now in twilight ways I now long,
And laid into the roads that once were chalked.

The gouging of the rivers kissed with snow,
And whistling of breeze tangled in the woods;
The bitter frost in footsteps and its glow,
What lies beneath in its forgotten hoods.

Rising of the morning in it's silver gray,
On the buried seeds coming up in spring;
The mountain clouds and mist in its play,
When first of dawn comes up to wake and sing.

Homeland of the winter going close by,
Vineyards of the withering and frosty high.

Sweet Like The Morning

Sweet like the morning that comes to dawn,
All is of torn or flickering passion;
Each way is the fullest before it's bygone,
With aspects of heart and all its conduction.

Tender of fire you pour into the wind,
Life is like the leaves that wither and die;
Fruits of the trees the beautiful tamarind,
All what will blossom before the blue sky.

The earth with its songs sweet in the morning,
Conquering dark with its newly true shine;
Giving taking feeling and then yearning,
All here around that with love you combine.

Everything's a dream that soon goes away,
For dark speckles are in every new ray.

There Are Roses In The Garden

There are roses in the garden with much fresh,
Like sea that has opened its wings flying birds;
Going footsteps the future will enmesh,
Travel along all what goes on forwards.

Instants and hours that must find its pathways,
Traveling eagles and the houseflies so small;
Coming darkish winter later spring days,
All what catches moments makes its right call.

The wanderer that is crossing at night,
Finding the earth under his worn shoes;
Transient clouds drifting in its high flight,
All the seeds that in seedlings continues.

All that is transformed again to the new,
When the summer comes green again here through.

The Dreams That Come So Sweet

The dreams that come so sweet away in each,
Like vessel of a day or golden dance;
And could there endure or make a sign to reach,
With side of its blossoms and circumstance.
Fearless among all these fields and meadows,
Conversing ground in a marvel nothing;
With shades if its colors in gone echoes,
Alters alone dreamscapes abandoning.
Inquiring dawn in the mortals of swans,
Worship of time that made abjuring sign;
Smoke that plundered rising tranquil aeons,
Addressed all in pulses by their outline.
The ships from shore meeting the destiny,
Sailing their dreams giving accompany.

Passages of Secret Days Shining On

Passages of secret days shining on,
Pilgrim's tale of dusty roads and desire;
Carefree thoughts of times in yesterdays gone,
Different world of meaning - forgotten fire.
Repented stillness of the faraway past,
Era with wilt warm and ravening sunset;
Things of many pleasures inside different cast,
What's now in books or has been laid to rest.
Love that had a meaning - words in peace,
From every day of the discoursing still;
Yester-sunset warm broken from it's lease,
Every dream that once had hours to fulfill.
Narratives of times dwining particles,
To the future's printed - with new articles.

Time That Comes So Easily

Time that comes so easily into life,
With the tongue so bitter but always young;
The wheels of the moments man has to strife,
Amenities of all that's here among.
Kisses of now in sand against stillness,
Deeper and drought with trotting for the years;
Mustering flowers yelping to meet fresh,
Upon going what tomorrow appears.
Surmise of shapes that seldomly will start,
Morning in the meeting entomb of odds;
The hidden nests that bewildered the heart,
Sternly moment blossoms ravished strange gauds.
Waves that don't rest but are moving ahead,
All thoughts confounding in the aforesaid.

Time Comes Into The Footsteps

Time comes into the footsteps of many ways,
Its splendor aloft in all its high out flight;
The sun touches clouds even on gray days,
Like stars are above in the deep and the night.
Nature is of colors and all the growing things,
Steadfast flowing water to the new shores;
Ripen the earth's breast and life again brings,
To changeable forest and all it implores.
Soft fall and feel of the withering leaves,
All is now shortening into dream and dark;
The minutes and hours in sullen interweaves,
Only dawn's sunrise awaking into spark.
Bright times ahead will rise again to birth,
Give us the new seedlings in springtime's worth.

Each Love

Each love that from the inside thoughts will grow,
The spring and summer in beginning state;
Like flowers fragrance that come with the airflow,
And with passion always will accommodate.
The most in world enjoyed and contented least,
Richness of each fortune with beauty in eyes;
The singing of day and night starry increased,
Befalls of longings in dark blueness of skies.
Each love that will open the world on its own,
Treasured remembered that wealth never bring;
All from feelings - the heart is only shown,
And from each man's alter breaks out to sing.
Love is the ways for true changing and hope,
Throb up your heart to manage with and cope.