The poem tree

  Patience is a  trump

can grow a flower

in the middle of the asphalt.

The poem tree bursts

nobody, white

in the middle of the fall of darkness.

Yet I feel inside of me

heat miraculous.

Near me warm words

create a comforting phrase.

Just to explain

I respect the moonlight

Tampering with, the star of the heavens

bright beautiful coverage.

Northern Lights restless dancing.

Red-haired devil,

dancing squares of the world

with the wind bring the music.

My heart to continue the journey,

Will you go in the same direction?

Will you take my hand
The poet on the road,
lampposts to another?
towards a new light.