Dimension of Truth

The woods, they sing a poem in a voice tinged with green
a dark mauve and black envelop the trunks of the old trees
what is the color of a dream again? Nothing but a melange.
A timid blue breeze flows like the elegant silks of a queen
an orgiastic symphony of gnarled branches and spiny leaves
an owl stirs quietly in the thicket as he delivers the message.

Deeper in the shadows, there is a cool silence waiting to burst
into a dimension of truth that is not yet known to mankind
the moon shines through the yellow weeping willow
while the universe creates a subtle story of hunger and thirst
a tale of dreams, desires and the wilderness within the mind
and it may live for an eternity in a realm that is hidden below.

Dark Blue Passion

His eyes; they are the color of sapphire blue of the night sky
a mysterious desire sets them ablaze with golden hues of amber
his heart, his fierce heart of Quitratue spews red hot burning lava
a deep dark passion flows in my fragile green veins once again
and I dwell in desperate despair through the desolate wilderness.
He is fire, he is thunder, he is truth eternal and he is my reflection
in waters of a well so deep within the soul, light fails to fathom!

Sometimes In Winter

I think of the warm yellow sand and green butterflies
under our feet the river swirled and sang little songs
in little emerald pools. Your eyes glimmered with desire.
That afternoon I buried a part of me under the dunes.

Then I saw you at the alpine lake one last time
I remember the scent of lilacs and of your words
under the starlit skies, the world fell utterly silent
I have never been good with words anyway.

There are scars of loss, pain and of memories
but there are somethings that I would never lose
your song still hangs in the moonlit shadows
and sometimes in winter I fall asleep listening to it