Can´t explain.
I´m not excited, though very tired.
But not unhappy ... I see the tree
has its language moving thru
green leaves ... and shake white flowers.
That is me - I´m not excited,
I just know.
There is a secret ... that
will remain secret, it´s fun
to keep it that way.
Not everything needs to be spoken of
and the secret vibration that is good for
your imagination ... is better that way.
I see silent words hang
threaded to dusk clouds, they are
aranged gray and it hints of
where it soon shall rain -
that is not a secret.
Far out beyond open sea,
the Sun King in his altar
still booming at the breeze
with golden trumpets always
erect and blowing.
The wind, well - it tells you
how it feels to be
made of matter.