Just A Simple Poet
So this is life!
Whirling, singing, Oceans,
Deserts, mountains and cities.
A reflection of you and me.
A flame rages, trumpets trumpet,
And chestnut-colored hogs race,
Then the agitating lips, a rose
Of happiness, it seems, repeat.
And sorrow and joy, now again,
Again, as before, as always,
The ocean gestures a grey mame,
a white dove, deserts, cities arise.
But when, at last, arising
From sleep, will i again be me ------
Just a simple poet, dozing
On a hallowed evening, by a stream!
i once again speak my words
the words of a brilliant light,
naught the words from deafly ears
but the words from my heart.
Softlead
So this is life!
Whirling, singing, Oceans,
Deserts, mountains and cities.
A reflection of you and me.
A flame rages, trumpets trumpet,
And chestnut-colored hogs race,
Then the agitating lips, a rose
Of happiness, it seems, repeat.
And sorrow and joy, now again,
Again, as before, as always,
The ocean gestures a grey mame,
a white dove, deserts, cities arise.
But when, at last, arising
From sleep, will i again be me ------
Just a simple poet, dozing
On a hallowed evening, by a stream!
i once again speak my words
the words of a brilliant light,
naught the words from deafly ears
but the words from my heart.
Softlead