Category: Stories

• Sometimes My Dear Friend

  Sometimes my dear friendIt is only the knowingyou which callsthe small raft to shoreAs winds beckonAnd waves threatenOnly the magnificenceOf presence givesAnchor to swayLighting the way
• Small And Humble

  How small and humbleI must seemIf It were not butJust a dreamAnd even in this dreamI feelthe dream itselfCannot be real.So real is but a moment’sthought.And in our momentsWe are caught.Then small and humbleWe do seemDancing onward in this dream.
• Simple Clown

  Oh, how foolish simple clown,Not to see the verb as noun,When I want the want is youI am just a touch of glue
• Renaissance

  When sand turns to dustThere is no more to say-thoughI look for your sweetnessAt the end of each dayIt is hard to smile brightlyWith danger so near;It is hard to see kindly,The way is not clearAs I watch the clay hardenEach wrinkle a tearI sit in the ashesAnd know you are near.So sing to me…
• Pop Quiz

  Where will I be at theend of the dayWill I know more aboutWho leads the wayWill I still smileat the joy I know wellWhat am I doing heretime only will tell
• Papayas and Sunlight

  You can see thatPapayas and sunlightcall each other ontothe dance floor. Child of their passionsis my morning kissSome moments of the mystery’s definitely sweeter than others