The sky is calling
The march of battle reigns
And the clouds are shot with red
While I stand
...
Every step on this dreary platform
Burns fire in the ground,
Sparks threaten to engulf me,
Phoenix flames promenade my heart.
...
The crickets indulge in nocturnal melody
And the wind seems to be murmuring secrets;
And the world is still and at peace.
But somewhere, out there, far from here,
...
They called her an orphan, a vagrant,
A thief, a witch and a soul
With no purpose; just a vacant
Mind, roaming the woods
...
I saw her walking up the path.
Up the garden path.
To my door.
She was like a ray of sun.
...
ON PESSIMISM
Riding my streamlined horse of a ship
That turquoise perfumes waft away,
I sail towards the yoke of dawn
And towards the light of day.
...
Don't ever look at me,
Avert your eyes, stare away,
My darkness no longer a poignant call,
But something to fear.
...
The drops of dew like little water sprites,
Danced on evergreen platforms
In late twilight.
They danced and danced,
...
The wind howls to lament the sorrows
That people are too weak to endure.
The rain washes away all the heartache and the stains
Of yesterday.
...
I can see the light
That shines past the skylight,
A million miles away.
I can see the globe of the moon and the stars,
...