Life is more
that is seems to be…
you know this… hm

How so..? :-()

- poetry is – sometimes like philosophy:
it helps you to remember who you are…

***
For my little song
The arches are too high now
A piece from heaven
- but
This is your rain, see
The triumph of life, slow flow
This fills your brave heart
***

You see,
unawareness is a solid concrete wall
which screens the real sound of the world.

Happiness than?
- it reflects like silver clouds
in deep dark – blue water.

Salty wind…. I love it  :)

I write poetry
only for creatures
of my own kind - humans,
because I don’t know
if trees, plants and flowers,
animals, insects and fish
can understand
the flow
of the poetic songs...

~ ~ ~
… “- you know that “poetry opens us up to feelings and an intellectual experience through emotions …” well?

O yes, yes
poetry, poetry…

***
Cloud of flying violins
Day without reflections
Trying to taste the moon
***

…wait… silence please…

…do you hear
what I can hear?

“I’m none,
unless this miracle have might,
that in black ink,
my love may still shine bright”