(2012)
#Contemplation #Longing #Seashore
Dwelling in the realms of verse Protected by God’s Mercy Love speaks in a way diverse. It pays homage to courage, Inner strength, soul pilgrimage!
Wise, powerful, caring Words Heartfelt gestures Divine thoughts Comforting my soul
From green to yellow Singing tunes so mellow They’re falling down the ground Spreading music around. They’ve relished the Summer days
Birds fluttering their wings aroun… Quickly descend onto this ground To comfort an exhausted silent Be… That’s deprived of that blossoming… The little birds encircle the Bee
It’s a hot starry night On the seashore A glimmering stare Wishes it would approach The lighthouse ever more.
Stemming from an impulse Or a great wish maybe Now the poet sees himself Crowned his art and knowledge Around a distant ocean.
In quietness meditating We heed a voice so clearly Joining us intensely! Tears of sorrow disappear To give way to light, so near.
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!
You’re a firm Tree, and we love T… We’ll keep gazing you with glee. Solemnly standing Your branches are green no more Your whisper in the breeze
It all comes from the heart And the enlightening of the mind Composing lines of art Under mysteries of the kind... It may be a relief from grief
There is no wind blowing The tree stands green, serene. It enjoys the bird’s singing And wonders: “What does it mean?” Blessed by this soft rain
At dawn, when we suddenly awake, We feel the innocence of Blake. As the day unfolds, on struggling… There comes reflection, like roads… Upon reading stories of woe
Found across a beautiful seashore Brought by waves of scientific lo… It spreads its shine wonderfully In angles of light and glee. Its shape wasn’t crafted round
It is an ongoing witness It even was so Before we were born... It is a close companion Sometimes we don’t notice it
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