some day

some day i might get

a cup of this

a cup of that

a plate with a meal

staples blind

a glass of sth

if the water is kind

a pint of sunshine

the roses dish

meantime i'll tongue

my own mind

on a slip of wish

DO

The light to forge the light

The heavy hammers of time

Might strike against the counters

Like thunders against the rains

Like rains against the sun

Linking drops into to the slides

Thinking –stars- look - so refined

And intricate is your skill of diving

Into the slides in liquid thriving

From  the  bottom of your heart

If it's the world

if it's the world
it should be
the world of music

and each breath
could be
an atom of sound

echoing the heart
of the thought

gently touching
the head
with a crown

proudly walking
through silence

To you

I remember the time
when you were writing butterflies
clasping the words among the pages
blank spaces smiled and I
by colours hidden inside beguiled
with a butterfly I also smiled
and God be my witness
I think
it was your smile I smiled
even though I did not know
if I had anything
to write or clasp
to witness or deny
even though I still do not know
if I have anything to give
if I am anyone to be
to you