Al-`Asr: "By time, man is loss, except those who believe
And do good works and exhort one another, Steve,
To truth and to patience" from Bible, Koran or Torah;
I’ve just found your Empty Basket, sweet Deborah:
Somewhere in the grass ,or maybe in the tree
From where was taken the first apple, to agree
Good news that faith changed you in a lovely dove.
Some golden defeated dreams– With yearning love…
Still rested there in the grass ,or in a tree that maybe cries;
But I put in it Rebecca’s New love. New dreams. New smiles.
So,we found that Place ,love rowing through gray (sea’s milk mist)
To mystic motion to ask the moment to stay ( so schöne du bist)
I am the servant of beauty like you, my good Jan
A spirit, a man, a man of spirit: A simple man .
And I learnt a similar wonderful song
And the birds language in a thrill long
Like a calling of love to trust and obey.
In other life, perhaps with other hobby:
I was the blind person in the town of forgotten old rhymes
And there, Alyssa ,also my hand heard the Braille Screams
In the snowy grass, Lakisha. I follow the path and the light
And the place of honor where the blessed love at first sight
Grows near Hearts and echoes far away, on the lightening height
For common treasures ,before the playful last good night .
Like Glen , in proper context ,I saw the wings of feelings
We briefly hold as sign of life when lived in other rings;
We saw the beauty’s arrow shinning in the blond air;
As you set it, even if you hate the grey that was there.
From Frail Paper, you darn the azure robe of tender night,
So, let’s breathe this silent green and smell the grass of the light
Caught in a glimpse by Tracy through the infinite colors` heat
Leaf falls to rest , new petals grow so pure, so merry and sweet;