Friday, June 25, 2010

The Life

The life of the day is in the sun,
in the wind too,
in the song of the birds,
and in the timeless lives of the flowers too.
I know this all, and this too
that it is day time,
and there is life,
though the sun is behind the clouds
through the twilight,
though the wind is not beheld
through the flourish of the leaves,
though the birds are not seen
through the mirth in their songs,
though the flowers are withered
through their endless fragrance,
Just like I know you are there
Michael, alive in the heart of the Universe,
through your songs.


RIP Michael...

Rain

What a bird can;
is the life of a cloud.
What a cloud can ;
is my dream,
to shower you with,
the drops of my soul; to rain.
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