Should I write

The rock that you get over will only bring more, But the climb is little, ahead is the allure of a moor The bruises and pain seem so ephemeral, Healing me with soft touches is nature’s mural For what has been will never follow, To each his own, filling the hollows It’s yours, its mine…

When I look up, I see nothing blue, Yet I am hooked, to these woods like glue   Come rain, snow or sun, I will move till I burn   To the steeps ahead, I call To the beasts ahead, I call   Meet me at the next mile, Ready for an embrace no matter…

Shadowed behind sound Always waiting to burst Like light and dark, their destinies are bound Nevertheless, calmness was the first Our quest for order, Made it’s brother seem eternal, Silence though purer, Strikes as abnormal The silence of love, maddening The silence of nature, pleasing The silence of life, incomprehensible The silence of separation, painful…

When there was light, there was not lucidity When there is none, a search is stupidity   My world on fire in anonymity, Afraid of being shred into obscurity   One mind, one soul running through the eternal empty, None enough to push forward, these tiny sparks in rarity   No love no hatred can…

Tonight I am flying and I do not need wings someone else does, though it’s mine, I feel Experience’s as vague a concept as “things” I might know it, but do I? for real? it’s not my soliloquy and am not aware observation is lost so I make it my own your enmity is mine…