face to face with oneself
you see only the manifestation
Category: purpose
Thoughts 2
As we improve our status
the people around us change
Harsh light
in the harsh light of day
as the sea reflects
its thoughts lay upon us
each breaking wave
onto the shore
speaks of longing
of finding moments to share
when we have lost someone
but not forgotten them
may their memories never fade
flying ducks
flying ducks
over the sea
like arrows
parting the skies
they know where they are going
we should follow them
to distant lands
there we shall have another life together
a dream to unfold
a beacon of hope
where we all rejoice
at last we have found our home
On a plane
Wild eyes follow you
transforming words into art.
As you poise
glance sideways
blue hair flows,
guided by your turn
there is only you.
Without Purpose
If without purpose
one drifts through life
he/she encounters no-one
friends become enemies
all the worlds played out
in shadows over an empty grave
which reads:
life and death together
hold the key to eternity
The Golden Tears 