Sun

I let the wind guide my swing

to the depths beneath the waves floating

Distant laughs and guitar strings.

Fallen brown leaves and broken twigs.

The sun drops its glitter on river skin

and between the tree leaves, its rays piercing

But as it sets, and the white glimmer turns gold

I realize, the sun goes nowhere. Only I do.

Moon

The light from sun, her raiment.

Bedecked with jewels of clouds.

Enticed him with the sweet warmth

of her curves on a bed of black.

He waltzed and sang in abandon,

the merry cries of her beauty and delight.

She danced and asked the clouds to disappear

to let him caress her hair that night.

Expression

This fire within, burns like a scream

and a drop of tear.

Raging fire or molten lava

leaving a fire trail,

quenched only by the

liberating hands of expression.

But then how shall one express

the sound of bottomless silence?

How shall one capture

the cosmos’ spectacle of colors,

unless to grasp its dance and colors,

becomes one’s wild obsession?