IMAGINARY WAVES I
Like your eyelid's commotion
The fiery flower lies tattered in the garden
She sidled up with narrowing eyes
And drove the hooligan mad
I brought my life this far
To the spot that struggles by the sea
Endless sunsets watching a seagull vanish into the shadows
Whirlwinds of freathers
Thank you is also something I should have said
Carved with great effort
I brought my life this far
Scribbling on endless napkins
Building the dreams of countless others
All the world was emptied in the light of those candles
I became suspicious even of those with real eyes
Like twigs that weary of birds
From a perfumed cheek
A soft silent smile
To our intimate fires a cloud's refuge
From the cracked lips of a dead Russian poet
To wrench life from it's captive state
Becuase waves play as much as they can
And the artists is masterful
Mauve vineyards and red dazzling towns decorated with lakes never letting an instant die
I brought my life this far on the waves of the world
On most pages I've written scrawled in fever
You loosen your tongues but the heart says everything
Huddled for a couple of days acknowledging nowhere
And when the lamp goes out
Each thought drowns weightless in darkness
You hear it run agile and see the deep humming in the back into your dreams
I once saw this child on print
And wrote volumes
I wondered that he to must have never had a gypsy dance for him
I brought my life this far and still have much to see
Then morning rivers roll forever calm
Bring forth the new hand
The double kingdom under one simple crown and in the human heart
The world is home
I look for the only flower immersed in its fragrance
And a face anchored in a smile
But now I walk the streets a river of sound and men have little words
The forgotten art of creating combustible flowers
Lost to the many
Held by the few
In grace released by art and understanding
No true story is left abandoned
Only discovered
