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

Moments Come and Go

Moments they come and go
Itchy they will fly around
In with December's falling snow
Some love of winter is found
Yesterday is never again born
Only vanishing footsteps going
Through their stepwise worn
Open with the moments flowing

Love is found and also lost
Everything we care to remember
Some are broken double crossed
Like autumn leaves of September
Hours have their threading lines
Waking ways of its stimulations
Summer shade flowers that declines
After its growth and graduations

Moments in their flashy spark
Sinuous in purposes and rationales
Ages in its intentional trademark
Bumper stickers and various decals
Split seconds for each occasion's new
What is love without all this?
Mind games playing going through
After a while we don't care or miss

Sunshine Burning Smiley Way

There are dreams that come to you
In their blues and keeping on
Seeing gathering clearly through
With everything that keeps them done
Sunshine burning smiley way
Nothing here in its reality
Made of stone or mudding clay
For the eyes to guess and see

And more is coming to its looking
With its ways and game stalemate
Everything for ways of hooking
Taking thoughts and making debate
There you are to where you're bound
Trying to busy your down mind
Straight out lines melodies found
Anything that makes them combined

All is right to its interior canteen
Flowing effortlessly through this space
Everything and nothing in between
Complicated in its too many ways
Like yesterdays just sails through
Full of their own and missing some
Something that's old but still’s new
Within this turning and passage from

Craving

The night now dances close
In its nocturnal dance dreams
Like a dark leaved evening rose
With thorns of yesterdays deems
I watch the shadows shift
In to my thoughts I yearn for
And back again to dim drift
To become nothing once more

My heart is beating loneliness
And echoing through its sound
Feelings to turn out to be less
Until they are nowhere found
So much is though hidden inside
In place of the outlying deep
That ruined my wishes or tied
Until their thoughts they sweep

Now abandoned I do crave
For something that's there still
And through the missing pave
To try to find again and fulfill
I watch the shadows dance
In a fluttering beaming light
Weaving the moment’s instance
Through time and missing night

Time Circle of Moods

The waves shatter the restless dark hours
Time circle of moods that come and again go
Like tinctures on leaves or flowers
Those in clusters of buds for moments glow
Minute to minute the light is falling
Vanishing to nothingness or far beyond
Dreams of the night in their magic calling
In their dazzling lurch of shadows dance fawned

Tomorrow comes again with new spring
In blossoms of blue and white together
Touching to brilliant bereavement blooms
Into the blackness with new songs to sing
Imminent brilliant being its bellwether
Departing the woodland silence and glooms

3 Colors

I’m the blue in blue
Feelings of love to you
Needing of sky ways
Dreams coming up and plays
Sunshine golden mood
Clear sky truest food
Anything to believe in
Calmness and steady win

Yellow gold to find
Never to deceive the blind
Tricking the fools in truth
Forever in glinting youth
Summer of flowers small
Beaming of lights tall
Anything or nothing at all
Fool’s gold that'll fall

Red poundings of my love
Sky of the eve above
The danger in winning you
Power to come and renew
Purity of your feeling
Each of my hour stealing
Attracting every good luck
Forever in love stuck