Sonnet, Conquer Deep Sky With True Wings

Conquer deep sky with true wings of the fire,
Love is the turning and forth - from within;
My heart is spinning destines full of desire,
With flight from my soul - the half of a twin.
Places to anywhere with treads that I find,
Weeds that are secrets - air to river edge;
Ground that is not rooted - freedom that is blind,
Each what's not of this world - iris bloom sedge.
Pick what is confided in shape and hue,
Threads of casual nothing in its hour and wall;
To the exact center what is tried and true,
For the fog's here to enter mid-air's call.
When your ship goes to the dark ocean shore,
You will know times fulfillment ways and score.


Finis

Sonnet, To Every Day is Another

To every day is another bright new gone,
Futures dancing staring away into space;
Like the flowers flaws of the grass once done,
Full of galaxies in the air and grace.
Mist-gulfs melting windshields rooted sponges,
All the miles through the toweled smell of dark;
To the milky way and worlds of other plunges,
Like fossil starry road and finger mark.
Who will catch their rounded marrow wheels,
With not enough of clear to make them well-known;
For all of tomorrow's what sky conceals,
Into the futures that will thrive on their own.
Life must walk in oddments downpour years ago,
Reflect in the mirror we'll come to know.

Sentimental Romance

Sentimental romance,
For the two and two;
Take a bigger change,
For the both of you.
Love is in the air,
Like the chliché old;
Very smooth and somber,
Hard on to hold.

Sentimental journey,
To the past and now;
Inside all this ferny,
That has risen somehow.
Make not love a tangle,
Simple ones are best;
From the right side angle,
Inside a throbbing chest.

Sentimental homemade,
For the days to come;
Will be there to accolade,
In the others chasm.
Make not love a tangle,
When it's in your breast;
Life will cut and mangle,
What in love's addressed.

Enfold

Enfold me to a white,
Rose that's longing out;
Glisten flowers hide,
In the dim sky about.
In the milky ways,
Next to slice and slice;
Coming unborn days,
Where no time doth flies.

What is written trivial stain,
Growing small or tall;
Searching in dark vein,
For the blinking call.
The end to our eyes,
And what we can not see;
Hidden in deep skies,
The hours still to be.

Deep irregular beauty,
A night of other tales;
Seen and pondered barely,
In surrounding contrails.
The breath of icy fumes,
In a deem and longing;
Faraway flowered blooms,
To and fro there thronging.

Months Like Mirrors

Months like mirrors,
Frosty time's song;
Clouds of dust adheres,
Winter hard and long.
Frosty darken glow,
Its shadow fierce rites;
Cold and bold snow,
In the lonesome blights.

Through ancient wisdom,
Drill of quicksilver's space;
Frosty silver bloom,
Many threads and ways.
Reflected and effaced,
The restless adobe walls;
In the cold embraced,
Till the insect again calls.

Months like a nest,
Nothing happens there;
Only a darkish breast,
Sweeps the air everywhere.
Dewdrop grain of light,
Not on earth dances;
For there is still night,
Taking frosty changes.

My Dream Called Life

My dream called life,
In the hours now passing;
The noon to evening arrives,
And star falls are classing.
There is a time called sun,
With hope unfinisable page;
Where shadows are on run,
And a peace before a rage.

My dream of a hope,
That burns among the lines;
With whirlwind some cope,
Before it onward shines.
Unfinished thoughts among,
Body of a flowing peek;
Where there is water song,
Life that one drinks to seek.

My dream world to come,
With every splendid ways;
No mere an empty blaflum,
That goes with lingering days.
What is a word if it's nothing,
Only the air and some names;
There must be sayings that sing,
And actions going like flames.

Behind The Streets of Time

Behind the streets of time,
Hours never stop flowing;
The growing trees in climb,
Their age are now showing.
Hiding faces there falling on,
Creating erasion of a vision;
Before too long day's gone,
Into the twilight's precision.

Erasing the light creations,
In clouds that are drifting by;
Black electrifies abductions,
In the evening dimish sky.
Till morn hangs over roofs,
Downpour of glowing black;
Star spots and many spoofs,
Returning the sunshine back.

Behind the slowly minutes,
Never the same hour face;
Dawn together aggregates,
In the coloring aerospace
What has a man then seen?
In a nocturnal dreaming past;
Where have the thoughts been,
While the body lay bedfast.

Sweet Times - Freedom Times

Sweet times are here to be,
If we give it the opportunity;
That can not be taken away,
And nobody can steel or sway.
Words will flutter and return,
The lights will flash and burn;
But freedom will always live,
From what we to freedom give.

Sweet times flow and spring,
Like nightingale to a world sing;
Be a cleft in a splendors whirl,
Or a billow in the oceans swirl.
Silences in rest and in speech,
Kindness to each other teach;
An invention of the world spirit,
Wisdom of its judgment and wit.

Sweet time like breeze in trees,
Compassion that mankind frees;
A wind that keeps nothing still,
The kindness and conquer of will.
Like a syllable and like a flame,
Resurrections of a peaceful aim;
For freedom will always live,
From what we to freedom give.

With Day and Day

With day and day in the surrounded dark,
On the breasts of night's deep and softly breath;
Clouded mornings coming - icy in spark,
With gangrenous precipices hands of death.
All is too soft and dripping slowly down,
From the clouds in the loneness of the high;
To the earth of the shadow oily brown,
Tears are falling from their lorn briny cry.
The plants are nursed in the broken pieces,
With the goodness of cold dripping water;
Love comes to the offsprings for it freezes,
Muttering tones hollow to a mater.
To life and death - are some of the much same,
And both to the issues share their right claim.

When Nothing Comes From Nothingness

When nothing comes from nothingness,
Everything is eager too go;
It's like therein something is something fresh,
That needs to come out to show.
Fresher than ever it was before,
With everything of smallness there gone;
Just to make certain and sure,
That it is still here and the only one.

For like what is growing from nothingness,
It all needs to start from somewhere;
And when it comes out of what's less,
It knows it will be going from there.
Like every seed that is born from earth,
All life must rise up to be noticed;
And climb up the scale of its worth,
For what's nothing is lonely remotest.

When nothing comes from nothingness,
It surly needs all its strength;
For there is not much of the intermesh,
To keep up its vigor in length.
Though tides turn here to come again,
All struggle must conquer to win;
Otherwise all life's search were in vain,
And true reality only a spin spin

Once Upon a Summertime

Once upon a summertime,
There was so much of the new;
Without any reason or rime,
It was open to the very few.
Love was then sweet in the dulcet,
With breezing of fragrance scent;
No sorrow there nor regret,
Only the sweetest of all advent.

Then the winter came slowly in,
Destroying all the colors true;
And bringing the freezing sin,
That gave only sorrow and blue.
All the blossoms were destroyed,
In the grasses sallow and dead;
The moments were much annoyed,
For nothing seemed further ahead.

Then all of a sudden summertime,
Again came with returning spring;
Beautiful flowers started to climb,
Colorful buds within much blessing.
Love again was growing in the heart,
Full of vigor and in youthful fiery;
Just like in last year's counterpart,
When winter's chains came free.

Spring is Here

Spring is here
inviting me
growing everywhere
from seeds to tree
love is there
please come and find
hopefully share
not too blind.

Lets be free
inside now to go
yes come and be
a part of the show
in a garden quite fair
from outside the snow
it's this time of year
with something to grow.

Spring is here
inside a new heart
gather take care
so spring may start
lose yourself now
with bouquets of dreams
that we may sow
when gloomy it seems.

Night Comes and Day Goes

Night comes and day goes,
saddest times around;
the wind silently blows,
where longings are to be found.
I think of you
and sweetest dreams,
there in the dark blue
our reality seems.

Night comes and distant grows,
dreams are between;
lonely hours on the rows,
love is nowhere to be seen.
I think of you
in the dreams now gone,
which were once true
and have now shone.

Night comes and day goes,
memories are bound
to all the afterglows,
that once were here around.
I think of you
in evening deems,
what was once new
and full of esteems.

The Night is Coming

1

The night is coming with darkish dreams through
Merry-go-round to the sunshine and day
Into the moon and the blinking star blue
Dark is gathering and wheeling away
Time is turning the tidings and the earth
Afternoon changing to somber through dark
Giving to dreams and their fantasy birth
With tingling heaven in faraway spark
Night is in velvet blue and dark dim skin
Horses of unknown are ridding the dusk
Twilights of thought spinning from within
All is to marvel and nothing to husk
The moon and the dreams are all in beyond
Nowhere but out there - it's now to be found

2

On and on turning and somewhere to go
Clearing the moments from evenings gone
Silence to dark from the outside now grow
All is chimerical - real thoughts are done
Light is in lonely hidden out hallways
With no more of life's on slamming bar
Only the rain harp to the forest plays
For a faraway glimpsing death star
Resounding through the breezing of air
Thousands and the thousands of sounding claps
Night is fallen into the dark mistress hair
Laying there out her many dreaming traps
On and on in motion never to stay
Like the colors of an ocean in wave play

3

Love is a dream so quickly gone in ways
With the pain that never stops its ruffling
There's sunlight coming above in the haze
When the shaft begins in spring and muffling
All is a dream from the inside windows
Reflections where my heart never is
How quick in time like sunset afterglows
There are dreams that come like a newer wish
I stand in time with wasted memories
And beneath the sky of the horizon blue
The mist has fussed up the window lees
Against the sprouting of the very new
A sound to sustain a simple structure flower
So sweet inside my head in the new hour

New Day is Never Too Old

The new day is new and never too old,
A sky ascending to the grace of white;
All colors true awaken to unfold,
From a winters wore and the dullest light.

Root so bundled into murky tide,
With rivers spanning no rainbows gold scale;
Far from the ocean of life and fireside,
And the root of tree breath lies there stale.

Dimpsy spindle spire pointing to heaven,
With bodies of dark from inside black fire;
Curse of bleak earth and while of the seven,
Where lust strikes with thorns and rose of desire.

Descending of days that come to the shore,
A flight between time and contrast in war.

Sweet Eyes

Sweet eyes that will reach tomorrow for some,
Like all the fire that from inside will give;
The first of the light - the new dawn blossom,
Which from a true heart forever shall live.
Lingering rapture of a burning flame,
The touch of the moment that can not die;
Headway changes, never to be the same,
Like the morning of a new burning sky.
Ever pleasing express - inner your eyes,
When all is strange softness - in its own;
Where love goes together and beautifies,
What lies within hidden - can not be shown.
Connate in route progress the traveling,
What we are searching for - and marveling.

Like All The Days

Like all the days - are so young and so sweet,
Is my existence - in there always too;
Every dreaming, the weak ones and the neat,
That belongs to a lyricism that's true.
We have followed all the heavy dark clouds,
That were drifting to the high - to and fro,
Each and every lonesome - over the crowds,
That into the distance with time shall go.
Raindrops soothing the forlorn bearing earth,
Filling rivers with their streaming new hope,
Giving to the moments their current worth;
When they flow to the ocean to cope,
Feelings and passions going on and on,
Memories in pictures - to the heart drawn.

Let There Be Some Love

Let there be some love wherever I go
The sunshine above in the darkest sky,
With everything worth to have and to grow
Reaching new purposes with every try;
Sun in the shadows of the future days
To wake up and be ready for each call,
When we are blind to the hidden ways
For love is to reach outside of it all.
Let there be something there for you and me,
Short of to catch on the newest waves:
Sailing ahead into the future sea;
What is of longings and the heart craves,
The hours are leaving never to return,
Like life candles that shall burn on and burn.

Journey to Spring

Journey to spring
Again a day will sing,
Colors become true
When the day's new;
Hours grow and flow
Melting away the snow,
When a day's young
For a love to long.

You and I'll be there
Filling with joy to share,
Whispering the breeze
Onward growing trees;
All is coming again
That coldness didn't slain,
Seeds of different ways
Soon they become days.

Journey to the shades
That will fill the wades,
In each morning hour
Seeds becoming flower;
And earth in freshness
Full of life in terrace,
All is worth the waiting
Fancy for - speculating.