Clandestine of life

Clandestine of life

Plunging the waters of freedom

Seeing the path of passion

Writing a poem without meaning;

So this is what one is:

A loony wandering the world

Speaking about love

Talking with trees

Awakening the dark;

Lovers come and go

Falling in the deep hole of love

And yet, a last dance

Must be hold

To feel the movement

From the wind’s rhythm;

To see glitter eyes

In the presence of beauty

To taste the world

without time

Until the energy wants to settle down.