The still water is clear, Heavy the muddy swamp and disappear, Hear the clock tick in sad seconds and blue, River the memories of our youth, Pure and true. Sweet peaches of garden trees and perfume, Brace the sunshine in your cheeks and eyes, And kiss it gently, Kisses from…

Eyesore to eyesore, Following the ashes astray, Color your fading light source, In shades of Persian blue and gray. Talk of past judgments, Of handsome creatures and men, Once upon a history alignment, Now shattered dust in counts of ten. Weep of sorrows and Sparrows, Raven the black in simple…

On a silver day, and what silver days hold, I promised a dance for my days to unfold, In gray memories, Sun and the sky, I walked barefoot, Snow overcast in my eyes. The mountains came closer to me, Fire and ashes, volcanoes are low, I startled at the overcast and the far sea, Heaven and hell…

Emptied my bottle of sorrow, Too many drinks I have spilled, For I watched the world thorough, And admitted my sins to guilt. The soul I’ve lost was broken, I’m not sure how it left somehow, And I sat and watched my life sullen, In too many virtues I failed…

Like a petunia bulb I hid it, Closely to my heart, never to share, The pain inside I bid it, A close memory to farewell. He stood and watched as I shivered, The sins of my past I couldn’t bare, Silenced my tears, stifled it, Oh soul, what have you dared. Oh soul what have you carried, Of virtues lost, of time to spare, Now my head flames in dark cherries, Oh brown the hazel it no longer cares.

My days are merging blurry, Run the rhythm slow, Smell the acacias and the berries, Oh heaven, where did you go? You kept me silent, Withered my dreams away, Choked my memoirs vibrant, Oh heaven, take this devil away. You kept me silent, Withered my dreams away, Choked my memoirs vibrant, Oh heaven, take this devil away. I called my colors, Screamed and shouted their names, Blue to Persian, Red crimson in pain.

True to my colors, I am exhausted, Taken enough of my time, Because something was lost in my doorstep, Of water and sand, I t’s no longer mine. My eyes are heavy in defeat, I fight my way out of sleep, The sound of air blowing, Pitch the dark nights are showing. Working keeps me out of insanity, I’ve watched the world go by and by, Forced enough to speak of vanity, Can’t show what isn’t even mine.

The leaves are shedding slowly, Wither away thy roses day by day, As the creatures sleep in deep forests, Under the Summer nights of late May. Flowers liquid under shinning moons and freeze, Hot deserts sing by the birds, Kisses by Summer nights softly breeze, Climb and smile in a share of lovely thirds. Collect the flowers and bloom, Cicadas are dying too soon. Earthly green dark versus bright, Let’s shatter what’s left of us for a final night. We are the shadows of the darkest age, Tell me a final tale of how heroes fade.

Shore to Shore I’m heavy on defeat, My failures painfully destroy, Soft the bones beneath my feet, I’m not sure how to stand anymore. My hands refuse to paint, To write, Or even to explore. I can’t push myself to sleep, For the fear of losing even more. The ink on this pen is dry, The paint on my brushes abhor. No memories enough to retrieve, Friendships fully washed by the shore, In words unspoken, In fonts I don’t adore, My flesh, my blood and my fear, All features fading to an eyesore.