Yet on the home front.
Some are nervous.
There is even a teardrop
fallen on my sleeve.
But I will not fall
unseen or otherwise.
I will walk and talk
and write poems.
Until you take me strongly
in your arms again.
Then, cursing the humidity.
I can see enlightenment everywhere.
And I will no longer
give myself to grief.
​

​Is this the way things go
We are all helpless
in this world?
The woman I met
with, says no.
She told me we
are of this world.
And as the days pile on.
And the long night comes.
It is enough to grant love.
To salvage the
moments from life ​

​
​Groping the street life.
​It is beyond my expectations.
​I have recovered
what ​I have lost.
​And my youth has
​not been used up yet.
Spring is already here.
Fixing me in the moment.
The street is flowing.
The world hangs about.
And I am waiting for you.
​

In your silence.
There is always music
amongst the clouds.
A clear and boundless day ahead.
Tuned from plum rain
and sweet tasting coffee.
Everything in at morning
and everything in at evening.
Ah, the world is before me.

​
​Midway between
​thunder flashes.
​And the cold
​smell of life.
​Living, dying.
​All is clear.
​To live at the
​very moment.
​On this plain
​of nothingness.

It is as though I have an eye.
For all the flowers in the streets.
For ordinary affairs that
disappear in the deep pool.
Whatever comes to the eye.
I leave it be.
And when it is complete
and altogether done.
I move on.
Where else do you
expect to find it?
​

​
​Today, was the hottest
day of the year.
So far…..
Everything was covered,
like a blanket in a 32 °C glow.
Looking down at me
the sun gave a glance.
Not for loneliness.
Not for memory.
But for longing.
Inscribed deeply in our hearts.

​
​A spring sun
​clapping hands
​with passers-by.
​The weary grass
​ready for the
summer heat.
​And the poets journey
​is just beginning..
​Bring on the
spring rain I say.
​I will take it gladly.

In a world of grief and pain.
I took you down the alley.
Not a regular cup of coffee.
A moment of exceptional bliss.

We saw the seagulls
flying widely into the dark.
Out they came
burning all the time.

Flowers bloomed.
Chasing the taste of summer.
And we called to mind.
How this began, and how it will end.
​

​I am one.
Who drinks his coffee.
Not chasing after the world.
But gazing at all
the beauty around me.
And when the breeze has settled.
There is always my love.
Freely drifting, until I want no more.
​