On a summers day,
dancing clouds lead the chorus.
Trying to forge the way,
before the bright flames die out.
And leave all the love
and labour, on the streets.
Flowing to the sea.
Flowing to the sea.

The sky of this season,
will pass by.
And autumn
will fill the space.

I cannot count
all the stars
in the autumn sky.
Without sadness
and misgiving.

My suffering has
no reason.
Who is it,
that calls me.

Today, I dance

to a song of life.

When will this song end?

Not for a while ,

for I am enchanted

with this song.

Like the spotless sky ,

no longer a slave to death.

Barebones now!

Time flirts,

before a ceaselessly

flowing tide.

All those memories,

washed over the sand.

An image far out to sea.

The wind did not hesitate today,
but the clouds lingered.
No wonder,
clouds turn into rain.
Often a prelude to death,
bleeding clear tears
and candle dances.
It rained today….

A church I came across whilst walking in Busan , South Korea.

I saw the clouds in Busan,
turn to rain.
The birds became butterflies,
and the ants
shivered and trembled.
Pushing away
returning solitude…..
I was carried away,
for the rest of the day.

Carrying a loss,
can be heavy.
It whirls around
the East Sea…
touching every
sorrowful moment
of learning.

I want to go
to a higher place.
A serene morning,
once again.

Gwangalli Beach, Busan  South Korea. 

Wearing the cold sea,
stopping and thinking quietly…
” What will be in the future?”
I look out, as far as I can see.
For I have grieved for these times.

I watched the ants
in Choi Sunu’s garden…..
carrying leaves on their backs,
filled with weary lives.
Then the wind turned
round and round, like a top.
And the ants were gone.

A poem I wrote this evening whilst walking on the streets of Seoul .

A cricket, crying
comes with me….
through city roads
and fickle summer showers.
Surely there’s a teahouse,
to sweep
the darkness away.