Childerns Story

Children they all dress alike

for lessons to think alike,

they flock together to memorize the lines

forgetting their own poetic line,

growing in peaceful slumber time

they squash the questioning mind,

a perfect pillow to sleep awhile they seek

giving way to a generation blissfully weak,

crawling under moonlit night

they take their shadow for reflection might

The Road

What is more charming than to dream while walking over a lonely road?

One enjoys the sunlight and the caressing wind when climbing the mountains, or strolling by the sea shore. And in his day-dreams, what illusions, what love-poems, what adventures pass in two hours through the mind of one who idles along a road. Every possible hope, confused or joyous, penetrates him with warm, light air, he inhales them with the breeze, and they give birth in his being to an appetite for happiness that increases like the hunger he acquires in walking. Sweet fleeting thoughts sing in his soul as he comes closer to nature.

I follow the road.........

- GUY de MAUPASSANT

Dream

They started with sun coloring the sky,

chirped along with the birds disclosures

embraced each other

as cold winter breeze wraps a lone soldier

blossomed, as yellow does in suns warmth,

in warm comforting words ,

silence that fell, fell as leaves twirl in autumnal fall,

lives blended as dusky sky melts with the sinking fire ball

in darkened space they spoke with their lips locked

and locked together they dreamt of each other

only to wake to the jingling noise

they trade their dream for fame