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Black Cat Amber EyeBlack coat with silken hair,The eyes bright and young in years.But what this glance is sayingIs as old as the world.The eyes almost closed,Snuggled and silent dreaming,She lies like spilled –Inwards restless, exuberant.Stretched out peaceful and easy –Gentle soul, full of happiness.I ask myself what she might intendBy her soft glance?Often, she lies around sleepingAnd after a while, she opensThe little mouth and bends the back.But everything without haste.Then, when she starts to rub gentlyAround my legs, purring –It is only up to herWhen she moves my heart.When I take her in my armsAnd look into her amber eyes,How my heart warms upAnd help me to believe in the good.Black coat with silken hair,On velvety paws slightly –We walk together year for yearUntil our journey will have come to an end.And when once you will leave me, my purring companion,So, I cover you tenderly with love.And I think of you fondly what enlightens my spirit:Re
rootslike drowned men who have lost theirclothes and faces, they lay suspendedfacing the sun and grinning withouteyes through the ripples of the water.those passing by wonder how they got here,these homeless men without fingers or toeslong spindly stumps twisting into lost roots:reaching to the east, to the south,to the homes they have forgotten.
Alice of Sky and Earth [Cheshire treasure shepherd, nest, sir, chest. of. drawers.]I am only as realas the teeth that spread themselves into a smile,the eyes that wait to see the air ripple.I fear people who call things simple.I kneel at the hearthand dirty my knees in the sienna-brown earthand throw fistfuls of ashesagainst the mountainsgreat stalactites growing down into the cover of clouds.The theory of relativitysays that I can borrow timeby turning back the hands of clocks.I would removethose shining prison teeth one by one.My body rovesthe length and breadth of well-shafts,roves like the machines built for Mars; but not
Horses, HorsesThrough the window in my mindas I watch from behind my closing eyeswith the joys of happiness dripping through my veinsI see charging violently,peacefullyhorses.With their eyes full on fire.I see horses.Brilliant bright lights blinding.Horses, horses blinding me softly.With beautyemitting from their shining bodiesand rhythm sounding powerfullyfrom large elegant hooves.Horses, horses.Bright, shining lightfrom their glowing silver bodies.Power, shiningfrom brilliant black outlines.Freedom ebbing from pulsing veinsreverting back toward my gazefeelings of wonder.Glistening, glowingbright and shining,free and wild.They gallop from within my weak gripAnd disappear as I awaken my eyesTo view their full, great beauty.But they have gone.They have flown.Stretching out powerful stridesrunning from this mist,this fog,that surrounds me.They have gone.Left me alone.They were horses, horsesFree before my eyes.On fire with beautyEleganceMystery.Horses, horses.
Paradise...ParadiseI walked lonely and lonely on a silent streetSaw empty benches where dear ones meetUnderneath were impressions of invisible feetTenderly touched by the cool breezeHeartily greeted by nodding treesOh! I was like a guest to a land of love and peaceThe daffodils in yellowLooked up and said hello!I was standing in a meadowBasking in The heavenly glowEternal bliss as far as the mind could goLike an enchanted audience in a cardist's show.The leaves so mesmerizing like the spades of cardsMy joy now equivalent to the thirteen heartsClear water falling like diamondsI felt like the queen of my club ready to commenceI was in my world, my world of pleasureWanting to keep this safe, safe as a treasureMy mind was fresh and pleasedWanting this tranquility never to ceaseBut, the silence didn't last for longAs it was broken by another dawnThis happiness and serenity in my world of fantasyA paradox it is, in the world of reality.
AlaudidaeLittle Lark,The moon trembles with your wing beats.Do not let the wolves whittle liesinto your hallowed bones, for youwere never miniscule. You arecentimeters contorting into meters,minute millimeters morphinginto a colossal kilometer.Your shadow prowls the hunting grounds,but you are no killer. Kind heartedbirds are more than powerless prey.Loveliest Lark, surround yourselfwith temperate touches andweave wonder into those you come across.And while white fireflies blinkin their lighthouse language,know that there is hope slungbeneath your fluttering feathers.