Dried Flowers

Sonnet of Daybreak

2005-11-19T14:47:00.000-08:00

The hour is like the morn light that comes so fine,
And gives its splendor and hope in each one;
When new is the time and minutes in sun,
Path with the first footsteps that onward shine.
Breaking up in the colors and to combine,
Clearance and the shades that never are done;
Everything that gives and goes when its gone,
When last of the gleaming dies with the line.

Now lay a rest for the evening to come,
The night will be dancing in wind and dreams,
And give breath away to more darker mold;
Until again freshness awakens a bloom,
And new thought emerges in downhill streams,
Everything of light no darkness can hold.

Sonnet, My Love Song to The Dark

2005-11-11T06:07:00.000-08:00

My love song to the dark and dim night mood,
Which time divides into the two rivers;
The food of the slipping reason prelude,
Expose of the dream that sleep delivers.

The drop of an instant moment soon gone,
Flowing of episodes - the incidents now;
What takes away the hour present here on,
Transparent time shape of forgetting plough.

The yesterday that is no more to come,
Or be a sprout of tomorrow's new ways;
Pebble in the web of erstwhile fathom,
That night besides the fire - that not long stays.

Freed from loss are anamnesis that grow,
And give away sparkle future - with flow.

Sonnet, The Night is so Many Faced

2005-11-10T14:18:00.000-08:00

The night is so many faced and lonely,
With things that lie hidden to coming day;
All the flowers of dark grow there only,
Spectrums from the colors red to the gray.

The rays of the light so vast as it is,
Handful of earth and what under there lies;
Where dreams of the days come in like new bliss,
Open up to the hidden fantasy skies.

Shades of the burning delights of dim rays,
Nocturnal skin multiplying twilight,
Constellations extinguished through dark things;

Each what in moods and the dreams interplays,
Giving the soul between secrets of the night,
Fires and love songs each eternally brings.

Sonnet, The Breeze in The Air

2005-11-10T07:56:00.000-08:00

The breeze in the air like the falling dawn,
Silent prowl through the hours that are now gone;
Each moment that from the day is withdrawn,
Flaring of the sunbeams in its cabochon.

Colors and the weavings of those fabrics,
Galloping light tenderness sweetly feel;
Wander of the shadows in their amix,
Blueness beyond clear sky early appeal.

Days without end in enchants forever,
Giving dazzling restless morning light through,
Filling the sky with rays of the newborn;

All what is gone - to be again, never,
Only the incessant shades of dim blue,
From the roots of twilight's falling forlorn.

Sonnet, Remember

2005-11-09T09:27:00.000-08:00

Remember the leaping down river stream,
Flowing of cold water to the ocean;
Silent and the shadows trembled light beam,
Weaving forward motion - its erosion.

Each magical moment's foam-covered stone,
The indelible fragrance of sea flowers;
The wandering ways of being all alone,
With wave billows twisting for hours and hours.

The dreams of deep away and almost lost,
World of the sea by the darkness ajar,
Each cut of the sighted broken torn heart;

A flow that is never in time exhaust,
In move and beat from the near and afar,
Abysmal of bracing the breast of the swart.

Sonnet, Each Way is Like a Step

2005-11-08T14:19:00.000-08:00

Each way is like a step in many directions,
Passage ways to the days that have gone by;
Contentment shattered glass the reflections,
All the drifting peaceful clouds of the sky.

In this endless motions turning on curves,
Birth of new dawn in the wetness of dew;
Wild in nature with its hidden nerves,
Coming of the tidings booms of anew.

The pace by pace in the newest finding,
Today and tomorrow in its tenderness,
Paths to starry meanings in the dark blue;

All in all what to reality's abounding,
Eager to come again in new meaning fresh,
Giving of its fortune each new impromptu.

Sonnet, Love's a Feeling

2005-11-08T13:10:00.000-08:00

Love's a feeling that everywhere should go,
Burn on like the stars in fiery dark skies;
Flower of waiting - surely must some time know,
Everything there is because truth has no lies.

Love in the heart is like song of the moods,
Measure for each measure so deeply with root;
Takes nothing because of it's high altitudes,
Just like a bird or a tree with it's breadfruit.

Passions of much hidden meaning as well,
The heart that is throbbing and still awaiting:
With a key you can't see or even touch;

Each part and realm the future can't foretell,
Nothing in there is made of reason debating:
Only what you give yourself - and as much.

Time Will Take These Thoughts

2005-11-03T11:04:00.000-08:00

Time will take these thoughts and giddy play,
And all that is of today's memory;
For night comes new about to this old day,
And shall be in the past like stars are free.
Like the break of dawn born fresly and new,
It leads us to the past that one misses;
Like the morn that lightens up our eyes blue,
All forgotten springtime and early wishes.
Our love so sweet to give and from it learn,
How the moments divide intants or two;
With fire of fresh that has come in to burn,
Between fancyful and the one that's true.
If what's of love has been said here in vain,
Return then it must like burden's refrain.

The Absolute Always With Its Slightest Twist

2005-10-31T07:17:00.000-08:00

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

2005-10-27T07:54:00.000-07:00

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

2005-10-26T10:49:00.000-07:00

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

2005-10-26T10:23:00.000-07:00

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

2005-10-16T03:48:00.000-07:00

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

2005-10-11T06:30:00.000-07:00

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

2005-10-10T07:04:00.000-07:00

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

2005-10-06T09:00:00.000-07:00

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

2005-10-05T08:08:00.000-07:00

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.

My Summer Goes To Dreams

2005-09-23T03:39:00.000-07:00

My summer goes to dreams quite faraway,
With wings of love and daydreaming so much;
For all is young in night and newborn day,
Like opening bouquets that need its first touch.
The flowing of the tones like wings in air,
In bringing clouds together that're drifting;
Like things that wake up and are quite aware,
How light comes to grow in twilight's shifting.
And call out love to love without its wound,
That nightingales in shadows gave before;
How depress is the day without its battleground,
For nothing comes of flowers that we abhor.
Yes keep my dream better and always going,
For greatness is in soul and forests growing.

The Silvery Light of Your Restless Night Thoughts

2005-09-23T03:19:00.000-07:00

The silvery light of your restless night thoughts,
Like wind in the clouds and sightings to see;
Reopened to the earth's old dry apricots,
The gray hands in evening capillary.
Sustain of the furrows in breeze growing,
New and light replenished raging stag tongue;
Wound of its life simple flower glowing,
All what is left when neglectful has flung.
Meandering water brownish yellow gray,
Moving through the marshy soulless soars;
Dimpsy goes to darkness restless in play,
To it's tongueless Philomel corridors.
Closing is in wound with winded up wings,
Inside flawing light where nobody sings.

When Each Love Comes Easily

2005-09-23T03:16:00.000-07:00

When each love comes easily to your heart,
And gives the way to many summer days;
The feeling of love and how it must start,
You know - and how it touches each the ways.
All inside the world I must now embrace,
And fill with my new longings that are strong;
For the gentle winds will come to unlace,
All what is now and to each purpose belong.
The tender music so joyous to this earth,
With all the trials that have past before;
Each thoughtful hour that was of any worth,
And is gone to the unknown unnamed shore.
Oh pleasant ways that are so good to me,
I have heard your laughter so warm and free.

Sweet is The Rose

2005-09-23T03:13:00.000-07:00

Sweet is the rose that comes within the spring,
With joy of life and all the youth so sweet;
That from the feelings in the heart will sing,
Of what grows forward in its aesthete.
True of love and for a time beautiful,
The joy that tempests and alteration finds;
Full of the colors that can't become dull,
For with its love each corpuscle rebinds.
Within the height of summer's bright night,
Where fields of green give longings new;
The dreams away will first start in its flight,
And fill the sky with deep and distant blue.
Oh yearnings on the edge of autumn doom,
Now sullen in the coldness of dark bloom.

There Is So Much In Dreams

2005-06-09T18:41:00.000-07:00

There is so much in dreams that cannot stay,
Like all we know that is just for the stars;
Where twinkling lights with darkness interplay,
And only distance keeps it from debars.
Vainly thinking can not link subtleties,
Or faithful always of what he knows and knows;
For all comes down to ones own abilities,
And how each substance from thereon grows.
The infant fingers fumble through the days,
Lovely things that wander off and are lost;
Like song or music somewhere that plays,
Moments in time hours that were aside tossed.
Al things are in passing to be there found,
Some are lost forever some go-around.

There Are The Above Stars

2005-06-09T18:40:00.000-07:00

There are the above stars that shun and fell,
The delicious impressive ways they are;
All the treasures that are floating afar,
In the sights and number of each becquerel.
All the caprious distances growing away,
In the numbers and discoveries like one;
Morning of daybreak when twinklings are gone,
And clear with blue sky we meet the day.
Never forget how the heavens are made,
Impressive ways covered forever as new;
All without reach and to the stars not few,
Just within sight what the eyes shall arrayed.
Time dimension around every season,
Boundaries reach without human reason.

Where Love Comes Inside

2005-05-15T16:29:00.000-07:00

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

2005-05-13T11:14:00.000-07:00

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

2005-05-11T11:57:00.000-07:00

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.

Past Comes Slowly In

2005-02-24T10:01:00.000-08:00

Past comes slowly in and is before you,
While the world's making ways that always are;
We are walking the streets from old to new,
Sketching up plans that should be going far.
Our life is full of drafts and whole reviews,
And with the objects to some other thoughts;
Moods of glory masks of ironic previews,
Future roads and streets into highway knots.
Life was never for slowing down or fear,
Always new in thinking there before next;
Turning around in tides and the coming year,
Absorb in and making more old and flexed.
Past thoughts like memories slowly burning,
Swirling forces merry-go-round churning.

Searching for Thoughts

2005-02-24T09:59:00.000-08:00

Searching for thoughts goes on from start to end,
Quickened with passion that give each calling;
Like a blank page where fingers move and bend,
Passion and pain from the footsteps falling.
Again now and now the movements go on,
Deeper within darkness enter a step;
Ignite corners in blaze millimicron,
Starting to grow and becoming more hep.
All from the searching from within the brain,
Play with what you know in bitter and sweet;
Narrow each law by reshaping the rein,
Each of its way becomes clear in its beat.
Across clearings a mind searches all through,
Symbols of play is know how to continue.

Winter Day and Space

2005-02-24T09:58:00.000-08:00

Winter day and space of the urban earth,
Where the river starts its flowing in spring;
Like seeds ideas come forth into new birth,
Though old ones are there still worthy to sing.
With your hand in mine I will walk again,
Searching down the road for other pathways;
Age is like a mirror tracking your yen,
Through the passive feelings with a rephrase.
Through the currant bushes in our lone veins,
Boredom is too easy to be tauten;
Nothing on this drifting makes ascertains,
Like the pictures in clouds time's forgotten.
Passage to the city clearings gone by,
We can ask some questions and still espy.

When You Come and Stay

2005-02-23T07:51:00.000-08:00

When you come and stay within this or that,
Someone spells it out from the world you know;
From what we deserve and in reformat,
Holding its place in its environment lingo.
Since the hour was clear against its own sight,
With the wounded holdings that never stay;
When dark was in the starry clearings light,
Twinkling of old unveiled its space and way.
I wouldn't know the gold that holds the lines,
That brings space into its own true image;
And gives all the surface the lustrous shines,
Which is the fore between odds and scrimmage.
Searching goes on where a meaning unfolds,
Through the base of life and other footholds.

There Are Some Times

2005-02-23T07:48:00.000-08:00

There are some times when nothing can be done,
We are walking through the intestate way;
And feeling how the time is moving on,
When morning will end later in the day.
Transcendental instants leading somewhere,
Through all this space of loneliness we know;
Going to the garden when trees are bare,
And beds are empty in the winter snow.
We are moving toward all this dream sleep,
Through the travesties of the breathing still;
Shadows form the wall to our eyes creep,
Someplace is the hour where values distill.
On to the morning of what there might be,
Moments across from seed to new tree.

The Transparent Birth

2005-02-23T07:47:00.000-08:00

The transparent birth of the sweetest things,
That come and go into the earthy arms;
What to an instantaneous moment brings,
All the perceptive signs and its charms.
The caught and the griping of the blue sky,
In an instant vanishes as it turns;
Open flowing of a dissolving high,
That in the morning with yellow fire burns.
Dawning that opens the beach and the sea,
And gives every wave its glistening pearls;
Diaphanous billows coming discovery,
Whenever a moment in splash-splash burls.
Among the clouds new opportunities,
Constant contrast between immunities.

Heart Broken Flowers

2005-02-22T06:06:00.000-08:00

Heart broken flowers and burned up flame,
With give and takes of things and some within;
With years of no love like stone that became,
Hope for some kindness but all was akin.
Twist of fate and a tangled sinuous meaning,
There is nothing left that echoes the flare;
All of concern pages contravening,
Nothing was left letters going nowhere.
Address my heart that slops and runs aground,
Wandering roots and bramble hands inside;
Carbonized days for things that were not found,
Shadows from night that in clear day must hide.
Love is like the years it took it to cross,
Intense lines and forms appears in each loss.

There is Song In and Out

2005-02-22T06:01:00.000-08:00

There is song in and out nightdreaming now,
All the kindness that has spoken so oft;
And reach to the mystery of my heart somehow,
With and ageless exceptional feeling so soft.
Where a sky colors up in its secret place,
And clouds drift on by finding their touch;
All ages of women and kindness of ways,
Where love reaches dreams and gives us so much.
Make covers and looks to take them to there,
Where flowers are busy in coloring the earth;
For all that is in time gives differences to bear,
And becomes to busy to know what's worth.
Few songs that you spoke were secret to me,
And gave me a place of naked mystery.

There Was a Time

2005-02-22T05:55:00.000-08:00

There was a time where I's nowhere going,
With all so much and day like the night;
Feeling in heart that were still and just growing,
I thought I did have something of its flight.
With a morning that outwears and comes fresh,
When pauses of breath are waiting the reach;
And all that's harvesting becomes more less,
For all that is inside you never can teach.
The night is for lovers to explore and live,
When day returns normal with salt on breast;
You search in your soul and know what to give,
For else all your loving is worth the least.
Day returns too soon from having repose,
All things must go by that's how it all goes.