Do you smell the fire?
It got up
Rose like a monster
Yet I rejoice
For the fire of freedom I forced
Creeped into the soul
Hovers around the heavens below
Fluttering it’s wings
On the sea above
A tailed shower uptorn
With scents of hues and wooing summer strife
Courage gathered
In beauteous time
Smelling limes
In unfolded mines
Of deep love
Gathered in a cave
Of spirit gleamed
Unmoved spine
Of smooth serpent
Thornless miles
Settled in crystal lakes
And shrines
Sweeped of glimmering tides
Swift ang bright
Shining light
In laughing cries
Befell lies
Vanished in roses
Petals stormed
To moon and sun
Flickering
Streams so tenderly light
Blow brooks
So volatile
Of joy that bursts
In this heart of mine.

Dreams
Reason overpowered
By streams of desire for freedom
Drowns the screams
Of reality.
Thats where you rest in sleep
And why you fled in a little boat
Made of madness
Startling thoughts speed your way
Into the mountainous cave
Under the meeting oceans.

Shouting to the deaf wind
You strangle
The virtuous vocation
Of living
In fearful war.
Impatient wandering
Near the shore that
Never seems to end.
In your rest
Sings the nightangle over your head
Sweet memories of unborn love
And in the temple of creation
you dip in the fountain
for the prayers try to cling
on the watery shade of the never ending ocean.
Maze of life
Mutes tearless eyes
Along the shadow of despair.
Drinking nectar from the hollow of ocean
Of want
And the need for a graceful glimpse of
Springs.

Wrapped in life
Like preys clinged by vultures
That fly very high.
Dreaming of joyful captivity
Of hungry heart
Masked by songs of anarchy.
Through the lamp is hardly seen
The land awakened in my dreams of reality.