Stream

A stream 
that disappears
into bigger
and then
into bigger
loses itself
when becoming
and the
only thing
capable of
causing it
to remain
is a
cup for
love that
is free
will go

Seeds

What I don’t 
understand is this
once found the
dream I mean
it becomes normal
what do I
do with wishes
aren’t they the
seeds of dreams
planted in the
minds of men

Light

What does 
the light
of a
single heart
hope to
see in
a world
of darkness
why itself
of course
for that’s
all that
it needs

Cleaned

Now after done 
I can relax
reflect and relate
others keep going
but me no
here I’ll sit
for a moment
letting the sigh
of jobs done
disappear with the
dust and dirt

Maybe

A sound 
from afar
like ice
in glass
no quieter
a sigh
from long
lost lungs
no purer
ahh yes
the silent
sound that
hope makes
when the
heart laughs
tickle me
then this