by the window

I enter the house of your soul by the window.
up the creeping vines i climb
and bang on your glass.

You better get dressed soon because you might be naked
or wake up because you might be sleeping.

The right way would be to knock on your front door.
perhaps bring some flowers,
or make an appointment before.
and sit in your sitting room and chit-chat
about the weather and cars and politics.
and food
while sipping tea
then perhaps a stroll into the kitchen,
or to your balcony
to marvel at the marvelous view
then i would leave. with a smile and courteous bow.

but i have no words for sitting room talk
i have no ears for chit-chat
i have no manners.
my shoes are always muddy,
they will soil your beautiful carpets and your clean furniture.

so excuse me while i scramble up to your window
and bang on the glass of your soul.

--Dedicated to everyone i know.

I Marvel..

..at how one can wish another's demise, that one's own might be more bearable in one's eyes.

Spring

Spring sprouts green grass
and flowers yellow.

Out of desert, Spring brings
Beauty, but
Spurious, spring is
For Summer's Sun will surely follow his,

And with cruelty fade
Spring's masquerade.

...farewell

Two strangers in the desert;
you and i,
desolate and dry;
our only food;
the songs in our hearts,
our only water;
the tears in our eyes..

alas, our journey
though sweet as cinnamon,
blue as the sky,
deep as the ocean,
our good bye, was inevitable,
as unavoidable as night,
after a red and orange horizon.

Please find a shoulder to cry on
for it will be long,
and cold and tearful..
but try,
please try, not to be fearful;
"the sun will come up"
and with the sunrise,
your eyes will light up
with morning, your sorrow,
will soon sail away
tomorrow,
your heart will find day.