Crystal Ant

Where are you heading crystal ant, free cry, summer song, sweet serenade at dawn? where are you heading sweet moment, nostalgia of lonely heart? Perhaps, Perhaps one day you’ll understand… Said the moon to the reflection of the fallen rain on the ground… That your light it’s not yours… Nor mine… that we are mirrors…

Another brick off the wall

  Brick by brick A canvas for an artist’s mind… white paper for a poet’s eye… Today… A winter day outside… velvet speckles of dust from an angel’s wing… gently play with a child… tenderly caress her cheeks… kiss her smile, gracefully lay at her feet… Tomorrow the sun will rise… Outside… It may be…

Heroes of our past

They wrote, They spoke, They sang, They marched in black and white… Across villages, cities and towns, Peacefully fought for their rights… Against the narrowness of minds… The accepted order of their times… For some, patrons of light… Heroes of our past… For others, trouble makers… Angels of unrest… Unruly, disobedient women and men… Today…I…

We must all be again

Somehow… In these times of trouble for many… of confusion, war, pain, death, loss… My mind, as if running away.. Insists I must return… to happier days… of childhood dreams… carefree plays… But how would my nostalgic verses serve a world in sorrow? I ask myself… Should I not write words of hope, Talk of…

Summer end

Summer afternoon by the shore… We watched the tide slowly rise… Wondering… How far would it come… Before the sun went down? Will the delicate waves Reach to tickle our toes? You asked… We sailed an abandoned fisherman’s boat On dry sand… Lying on our backs… Watching the summer clouds go by… Listening to the…

Yesterdays of Today

Yesterdays of today… Like a familiar song To a new beat As we come and go… What have we learnt from our pain? Vessels… As if aliens, Intricate expressions.. Of this universal life… Collective dance, Seeking to negate An inevitable… Inescapable… Integral existence… In this flawed pursuit Of alienation… Separation… In this ever changing… Never…