That Happiness Of Rest.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

how can i escape
the sweet clutches of your
embrace

a chain of flower words
on the walls of my fences

the mind is a black bird
with strong wings and strong winds
taking me to longer distances

i cannot map out my destination
on this journey into uncertainties

unless i cease and be water
i may escape this destiny of fading

it is when the mind wanders like
a wisp that magic comes like greenish

aurora boreales in Iceland
landscapes

where we are lost but had no fear
as beauty catches us


in awe and wonder, in the happiness
of ease and less.