Time Poem by Dan Uriel

Streams in the willow, my home
Meadows of piles, the message from winds
Days who are rosy at dawn
You walk among the shadows of the seals
Stop at last wide radius
Pitch a tent on the grass of the landscape
The silence that distracts the silence is blurry
Wash my wounds with a cloth
It's a different hour, a different landscape
Brighter day cookie head
To other stars, half of the other dreams
Turns the sky with us
Merging, falling into my face, resting
Flooded with the smell of flowers pulsating
And my heart that measures the hours of my being
Brother, time