As to be to dream most heavenly

When heavy sleeping is in process

Memories reveal my magical world

And life through windows

Into the imagination

And life moves onwards

Pumping with life's hidden wonders

I still love you!

Winter comes.

What purple pleasure is waiting

To hide within and stare with out

Is still murky gray walls

Fading from sorrows caverns

Ways

Down the stairs in dreary glowing

stones

As to throw yourself across rooms

Funny is it not

The sounds of tempers

The colors rot

Lips crease from use

Drinks fallen with confused

People

Standing at a door

Never more.


How is it?

To write or not is

To nothing from here

As to find out nothing

Not to be

As to think is write

To say

Hello beautiful people

We are now Plutonians!?

Once we were living..

Then is ash upon us,

Destined to death and dead

Is all that was said

I love you also

Sometimes there in waters

In rivers

Inside boats

Life going forwards

Like then

And this is how it goes

As the sound is calling

Follow that shining nose

She is bare feet running

Fog engulfing her

And in silent breathing

Shuts a door

Never more.

I believe in people, because people really are very smart.