Lines stemming from a song— Heard again and again for long— Are bridging a mysterious gap In quietness, step by step Between a smiling face

The poet’s voice echoes Plenty of voices Living in different times Resonating in lines Flowing under life stories

A cascade of emotions Descended upon me Since dawn cleared Until night came to me. I recalled the warm atmosphere

A pretty quiet early morning... Blessings coming with a fresh bree… Lasting beyond this mild sunny day Amid noble thoughts, some concerns… Fond memories, eternal reveries!

At 7 am The moon still was there Smiling at you—timid rising sun— On the morning’s sky blue. A greeting

That voice’s come pretty clear Like reaching every point near Encircling us sweetly In comfort, silently. It’s sent flashes of light

It’s embedded in a smile Truly spontaneous, heartfelt At every little while. It’s vivid in a warm hand—holding Always present over longing

That morning’s trip Was such a jolly grip That’s taken the swallow In full glee To stop near the firm Tree.

Positive Energy Beauty Unity At a time Sublime!

In quietness meditating We heed a voice so clearly Joining us intensely! Tears of sorrow disappear To give way to light, so near.

Stemming from an impulse Or a great wish maybe Now the poet sees himself Crowned his art and knowledge Around a distant ocean.

Waves kissing the pebbled shore Gazed at me and asked: “Shall we see your boat no more?” Contemplating the blue sky I responded with a sigh: