Sunday, November 29, 2009

Clouds drift across the moon.
But it will not rain soon.
On the land or in my heart,
they are just a part.

Wet on Green a Forest Scene
Fresh on Skin Air Light Thin
Grey on White a Canvas Bright
Chitter in Trees Silence on Breeze
Life in Rain no Senses Restrain.

Lost in cyberspace.
Broken tether.
Bosch like reality.
Clip my feather.
A realised insanity.
There's no brink.
Imagination overrride.
Blurs mind think.
Solids reach short.
Ill equipped.
Only I universe.
Can rectify this.
Sated of body.
Corrupted of mind.
Solace in Self.
Til balance I find.