sunnuntai 1. maaliskuuta 2015

Senses open today

Senses open today 
hasten the day aside.
The life of the weakest confidence
I'm caught. 

Where is my path, which
is part of the way in fate?
Perhaps a moment of love,
to wait for the ice. 

The memories of yesterday,
are clear mirror tomorrow.
So much for the wisdom of
brought years in the ointment.
Troubles, worries, my shoulder
weighed bowed.
Still, still here I dreamed,
I remember the days of the white,
the black even. 

Twilight clouds, the sun pounds,
the joy of life, they hid my heart.
Philosophy is the lightest on the wings of me
to lift up, tomorrow it
back of my neck passionately gasp.