little pea snail
left a trail
follow me he said
away from those
who misunderstand
the way of the land
through hardship
we make our shell
circular is life
we bid them farewell
little pea snail
left a trail
follow me he said
away from those
who misunderstand
the way of the land
through hardship
we make our shell
circular is life
we bid them farewell
Reminiscing the past
Struggling to live in the present
Waiting for the futures resonance
As the rain falls
We see distant memories
Bright like forgotten stars
Where the moon hides
Illusions of a neon mind
Although these moments
Bring about spontaneity
Ultimately it is our choices
That govern our lives
call of the hoopoe
singing away
through diverse weather
he shall stay
in the spring
she will have eggs to lay
in my garden blissfully
together peacefully
standing on the shore
I see a statue
of a man I once new
as the tide rises
the sun sets
he disappears
to return once again
starlight during the day
I hear her call
moonlight shines down
I see her fall
escape down a fire escape
to hide from them all
embrace dreams
to hold a candle too
reposition life
to a standstill
beckon forth from within
thirst for knowledge
the key to begin
in streams I swim
through dreams I communicate
adorned am I
by golden idols
breath deeply
and you can feel it
a difference of sound
I welcome the rain
for when it arrives
life is renewed
as if on a spring morning
one chooses life
the crescent moon
adorning the skyline
sometimes our feelings
turn into doubts
but they are just fleeting
through mirrors
the reflections of the dawn
waiting for the sunlight
In the sky
as night passes
reflected dreams
swirling constellations
turn into bright colours
dying stars
we receive their light
upon the canvas above
remember to see beyond the horizon
as both the sun and moon appear
so too, will you
There, right there,
infront of me;
a sudden dart
and a worm.
the catch, the prize:
for me, as though it was…
he flew away
to return again.