Showing posts from October, 2011

Deep sleep

What used to be 
may never return
May hide in shadows 
Sleep deep inside 
Where you will need 
all the light of sun
to see its contours 
Burnt in recesses 
with colors and taste
Though always there 
However scared 
to come to surface 
And Be


When touch of autumn promises the end 
of scorching heat, 
long days in green and blue, 
the fading echo of cicadas song
with skies so close 
you almost touch the fabric 
and brush aside clouds 
to see the sun
We linger outside hesitating 
to go back home
Prolonging the experience
and hoping 
This time winter 
will forget to come