Keep My Feelings Still

Come here little birds of yesteryear summer
With flying wings of prosper through airy light
Guide the ways to heart with your thoughts number
With a passing through in the blue sky flight
Keep my feelings still in their right greenness
Coming in the wander of entrails tossed
Each in their freshly inspiring cleanness
That through winter sometimes gets lost

You have every bright day in my heart
With what the age can never understand
Like rivers flowing in streams liberated
Each in freshly coming in its new start
By thoughts of their drifting stranded on new land
What with fulfillments metaphors have stated

Twilight Is Now

Twilight is now in every footstep
Turning to dark in its wandering way
Clouds of the mornings in drifting state ‘heps’
Giving from its deep to dim winter's day
The wings of the cold in the moonlight hours
Flowing through glistening luminary
With frozen windows hoary thread flowers
For their passing that now comes to be

Abyss of dreams in to the coldness deep
Disappearing of light to point of fear
Weaving glow of distances burning red
Forest silence and wintry breezy weep
Everything in numbness that is near
For colors of autumn all have now bled

Beauty of This World

Beauty of this world is not forever
It comes like spring - fullest of its days
Playful feeling like wind that never stays
A breeze in treetops inspiring clever
Each foliage way or precious stones from
Blossoms of seasons in tinctures free
The harp of summer that beauties shall strum
Come to gatherer a bouquet - a tree

Like a light of gold in the fulsome air
With plenty of substances for daybreak
The astounding forms of mysterious found
Feelings with touch in closeness quite near
For tempers of the spirit to uptake
When each to each is closely tied and bound

Let Me Be Forth In Your Joy

Give me hope from dark leaves
Tomorrow born mornings of yore
Each life only moments in cleaves
Corners of peace and some war
Try every thought with your own
Never be lost in its destiny
Their space is vast to be shown
For something that can not be

Sow every seed in its worth
Flowers of earth and their wish
A rose in its splendid birth
What burst forth to accomplish
Pluck the lance flowers dark
The sky has no limit there on
Thoughts that suddenly will spark
Until their impressions are gone

Let me be forth in your joy
With what I can to you give
Our life is to worthily employ
What we can exemplify and live
Just like each the sudden wave
Of the inspirations that you feel
Longings to language shall crave
Be in this world to become real

Always In My Mood

Always in my mood for more
Fingertips of falling fate
Trusting what is in its store
Pulsating ting at temper's rate
Pressed to find feelings back
That I didn't get to know
Getting on to the right track
Way of thinking with the flow

Confused to be commonplace
Reminded of what it is not
Strange thoughts to be amaze
In each their approaching plot
The beautifully is never defined
Only sighted in shifty weight
Waves of water salty brined
Is sometimes their onward fate

Always in my own craziness
Never getting too left high and dry
Thoughts to take with caress
Without asking questions why
Physical worlds to come to
With spiritual opinion in mind
Something there still left to do
Roots that this state can not find

Minutes and Hours

You and I are together still
With our dreams that never change
Days of tomorrows to fulfill
With a feeling to work with and rearrange

Yesterday had its moments gone by
Something we couldn't fully work out
Like the clear faraway blue sky
That in our heart is and there about

Dreams are going never to come back
Each their footsteps into the faraway past
Nothing remembered in their vanished talk
That is now forever somewhere lost

Affections are for each their living
Pleasures of things that never were before
Minutes and hours to each other giving
With an aim that never is to be too sure

Affections are for each their living
Pleasures of things that never were before
Minutes and hours to each other giving
With an aim that never is to be too sure
With an aim that never is to be too sure

Mornings of Freshness Briefs

I have always tried to find
Something that will last
What is left here behind?
In its memory and its past
Something that I knew before
In my heart marked for its while
What the days have in their store
That leads them to each new trial

A love is like a flower growing
In springtime and there on
And then to the autumn's going
To carry seeds that are done
Washing away all the leaves
On to the winter grayly sight
Mornings with their freshness briefs
Falling to diffuseness their light

Everything that we had known
Gone into the passing ways
In to the new roots there grown
Their clusters of cloudlets haze
Something will stand though there
Giving back some satisfaction
Through moments passing here
Each in its habits new interaction