With Rooms Full Of Noise

Sudden heavy fall though the time doorways
With rooms full of noise and of snapping sparks
Tone colors of the full orchestra plays
In to the grindings of tomorrow arks
Shading's of the fire candlesticks of span
Crowing the hour and instant set ajar
Rays after nightfall to attire each scan
Note at a time in its rhythmical bar

Oceans of greatness full rout of its bray
Forced from the moderation waving need
Spinning its rapture in to the far split
Black holes white holes opposite play
In with understanding that life may read
To the ever gyrating abyss knit

Carillon Tunes

Carried by undulation of drizzling clouds
Through the kingdom of longing with fresh air
Opening passes of autumn time crowds
In their endures of powers and flair
Light of the new irrevocable fragile
Images of love along without doubt
Something to last the oblivion while
Carillons tunes not to fade-out

Fly to avail like travelers along
The sunshine and rain crossing through shadow
Increment with their passions up waking
Love in the words with the love in their song
Just like a morning of their new dawn's glow
Sparkling of sweetness forever making

Nowhere to Go

Nowhere to go right now
Only to whisper soft words
We shall come here back somehow
With our lonesome flirts
Yesterdays gave their evening
In their dark and in white
Let me hear you beautiful singing
Just like a luminous steering light

All we have underneath the skin
Sinking our thoughts to dry
Love songs and lines to fill in
Asking some questions of why
Waves that are going here through
Like emotions from the air
Both of us to the very renew
Drifting to places from here

Keep me thinking for pleasures
That might hide here inside
Tracking of longings erasures
Throughout the moments must guide
You are my anchor of epoch
Something that holds me and fills
Evaluating out tide’s clock
Photograph motions and stills

Here We Go Again

Here we go again
With a song that tunes itself
Over and over like water
For the love of each day
And we must feel inside what it is
Turning our spirits to the clouds

Here we feel inside this song
Rotating sideways over to you
Letting thoughts flood on air
Outside in the drifting breeze
Where our compassion is growing steady
Once more on its go
And the ideas are circling everywhere
Now is the time to bring it back
That got lost once on its way

Let me hear this song from you
Spinning freshly lines through
Every vision that came to reality
When the moments gave opportunities

Purple Flowers

Dreams are sometimes like sea waves
Coming forward and gazing the time through
To each new longing their footsteps paves
With every wishing that's up to you
Pure and working each their fortune are drawn
From old melancholy approach of heart
Purple flowers and afternoons dark eyed swans
In every frail minute dream shall start

Thoughts that are drifting will come to the hour
And give of their poems some happiness born
Old to new like crystals constellations
Every tincture and hidden flower
With thoughts of many ways always fresh worn
In each their adornment new formations