Veil of illusions

Painted clouds

across a sky 

I sit and dream 


with contemplation

I write what unfolds

as stillness lies 


what we share

is left unknown

spread far and wide  


Golden Tears

Golden tears of heaven,
leave no mark
for they are transcendent/art;
we have left behind our dream.

we shape our own destiny
and yet who are we?
but the backbone of our own creation,
fighting to kept that dream alive.