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Golden Flyers of Eternal Spring
(To my wife Pia)
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The moment's eternity smiled
As if destiny portrayed in your eyes
Destiny that was mine
Which was to be ours soon
That evening was breezy and
warm
Although it was autumn
The leaves on the trees looked
Golden flyers of eternal spring
Because the time knew you would
come
In my mind the time's geography changed
With the touch of colours that was expectations
And they weren't failed at all that evening
Not knowing whether to say or
touch
Or feel the feeling too much in one
I did see the horizon inviting
Towards the beginning of the dream,
You did come as if to say
That was how easy it was
That was how natural and straight
We talked in a way a poetic discourse
Understanding the tunes and
tones and mini-tones
Of the conversations went through the ether
Did they get to your heart?
Or was mine electrified by the essence that you had brought?
Each moment seemed drunk
quickly deep
Which was full of what? I do not know
But I recall or do not let it reached by oblivion
Each moment was full with the juice of summer's springs
Indeed I saw and touched and
felt the warmth
I saw you the way I only could
The way a farmer sees the moon
Through the branches of the trees in a moonlit night
I touched the presence of your soul
And I felt the eloquence of your mind
Time passed while the hearts
got tuned
Without any medication or engineering
You touched me deep where a dream was born
You lifted something in me that was to be my home soon
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Talk and listen we did a lot
As if that's what there was to be done
Time got drunk by our desert hearts
Getting ready to water a garden blooming with green
The garden that was Eden alone
Came to visit my flat and the park
The very trifling part by the horrible railway line
Seemed majestic green filled with dew of past night's frost
Life seemed something of a
rhythmic exercise
Standing on the balcony of the flat side by side
Heart beats mingled together in the intimate air
Looks in our eyes had a language of their own
As soon we had a language that
no one understood
There was that song I had the tune for
That was the song for you to sing
A very special tune for you to mime
A time of our own when ours was
the world
As if it was a vase full with our roses blossomed in our dreams
And we looked at the vase and the roses
Oh how we tasted the scent in the air
Touching your hands meant I was
reaching the realm
Where I could only be amazed by the beauty of butterflies
Where I could only be entertained by the rhythm of passing springs
Where I could only be happy to call out your name for no reason at all
You looked at me as if to say
you could see inside
And to mean you could understand me
Which was like a sudden urge to run wild
And I looked through you the transparency
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The Deepening Blues
Stepping forward
One two three
And pause? No pause
Always horizon's deepening its blues
No pause no rest
Stepping forward
Catching the deepening blues
One two three
One two three
One two three
Always horizon's deepening its blues
The travel
Lonely and silent
As the deepest night's heart-yard is
No witness but you
No crowd but you
No sounds but affects
And affects are blues
And they are thorny
And stepping forward
One two three
One two three
One two three
Always horizon's deepening its blues
Sounds and society
Faces and occasions
Praise and critics' cool knife
Leaving them aside
A traffic-lonely traffic to go
And no co-traveller with you
And stepping forward
And facing the deepening blues
One two three
One two three
One two three
Always horizon's deepening its blues
You have been left
At the monstrous loneliness
And you cry for mate
And ask yourself why have you been left alone
And still you have to go on
And life from birth to the end
Bleeding and always
A knife's chopping your essence
And stepping forward
And ruthlessness fights you
Terrifying ruthlessness
Darkens these zones that you light up
And crying and stepping forward
Facing the deepening blues
One two three
One two three
One two three
Always horizon's deepening its blues.
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Touch the Heart
Touch the heart
Red and young
Underneath
Touch the heart
Warm and live
Underneath
Touch the heart
Lovely and musical
Underneath
Touch the heart
Where
Beatings Create roses of love
Red blood
Flowing
As river of emotions for life
Underneath
Touch the heart
Where human blossoms
Where things are deep
Underneath
Touch the heart
That is beating life
And singing love and for life
Underneath
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Autumn Leaves
Meaningful
Blended yellow cream
In golden coffee colour silk
And the red rose
In red touchy velvet
Together they shine
Like the heaven on luminous fire-flowers
The autumn leaves
The autumn leaves
Meaningful
At the end of the point of extinction
Sad or could be construed as tragic
Yet I with wonder-stoned eyes stare
And speechless heart and ears I listen
I listen to their melody of meaning
Falling by the gentle wind
Fulfilled the term and duties due
Earned the meaning
Achieved the glory
The autumn leaves
Meaningfully fall
Cheerfully they sing the songs
Of the heaven on luminous fire-flowers
I listen to the falling rain
Of their melodic musing
Autumn leaves and their songs
Meaningfully fall
Before my soul
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Ohie and Saahie
Ohie and Saahie
There they are
Right in the middle
Right in the middle
Of my little rainbow heart
Ohie is smart
Saahie is too
Yet as much of themselves
As it could be
Very very special
And they live
And they live
Right in the middle
Right in the middle
Of my little rainbow heart
Ohie is the music
And Saahie is the colours
Of that little rainbow heart
That I call mine
That is wrapped in dreams
That is wrapped in dreams
Of my Ohie and Saahie
Of my Ohie and of my Saahie
Their butterfly smiles
Their symphonies of laughter
And their tiny little sounds
Of their tiny little feet
They are melodies mine
They are melodies mine
Which make me go
Which make me go
All the way up
All the way down
All the little times
And all the big times
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Sizzling
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