strange of dreams-
left angels parallel-
the sounds so-
dear to the ears-
the trees filled with stars -
claimed its moon–
whose vineyard shine
of tears and creatures-
whose beauty beats
on fences in suffering
a show of the rain in shadows glen
pure of ice, slowly chills
these magic moments in between
-frail-
the autumn in the green
in garden drip
where the sands blossom with
flowers flow
like lurking questions
a friend left lying
in the waves
hopeless showers
it is not the sense
of the
serene –
but always
of seasons in exploding
time
green could dream day and night
of the green
still tilting
nature
and teaching time
a truth - in natures dewy
footprints
of the flow of a slender dawn
green in cages
green quiet and alone
the forest smiles
gently and then falls into
the heart that sweeps in
steps
even further in
tides gone without
the miles are further than the
universe of stars
the stars
last
flow
left in space
- down
as angels watch-
a green secret
long enough
- evening silence –
the hills touch the earth.
copyright 2010
