Riding my dreams to their destiny
Feeling the wind, sometimes forceful,
I put my thoughts under scrutiny,
I need my mind to be peaceful.
Some feelings are so gentle, suave,
Others are wild, some are uneasy.
I’m tempted to hide in an enclave,
Before my feelings myself deceive.
I will ride again, and run free,
I’ll not be chained to the past.
I’ll survive and live carefree,
Still dream and pass the test.
KBS, April 2009.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Walk
Walk
Laying down under a tree on a sunny afternoon,
Raising my thoughts from a state of doom.
Lying to myself on quiet rainy night
I get distracted from following the light.
Looking back at my footsteps on the sand,
I lost track of the path to high land.
Could not see the way ahead of me,
Kept turning back in constant agony.
The waves erased all my footsteps -
Finally I saw no point in looking back.
I looked down to my sand covered feet
And shook it down with my agony.
I kept walking and the path I found again,
Did not stop for guilt, sorrow or pain.
The tears I wiped with the back of my hand,
And finally reached the green, high land.
KBS, April 2009.
Laying down under a tree on a sunny afternoon,
Raising my thoughts from a state of doom.
Lying to myself on quiet rainy night
I get distracted from following the light.
Looking back at my footsteps on the sand,
I lost track of the path to high land.
Could not see the way ahead of me,
Kept turning back in constant agony.
The waves erased all my footsteps -
Finally I saw no point in looking back.
I looked down to my sand covered feet
And shook it down with my agony.
I kept walking and the path I found again,
Did not stop for guilt, sorrow or pain.
The tears I wiped with the back of my hand,
And finally reached the green, high land.
KBS, April 2009.
Shooting Star
Shooting Star
Shooting star, I see you go far, and further taking my dreams.
The light of the sun is too bright, too strong for my timid hopes.
Only in the moonlight and the starlight I can open my eyes,
Look around, and find my way over the hills, down the slopes.
I can remember how your touch felt, how it made me melt.
I long for it, but feel trapped between dream and reality.
Was it a mistake, was I so wrong about what I felt?...
The way you were, the way I could see your fragility.
Time passes, and now I only see reflections of what it was.
I miss the past, dwell on old feelings and wish them back.
I question my actions, blame myself, my own old flaws.
Wanting to make a wish, I look for that shooting star.
KBS, April 2009.
Shooting star, I see you go far, and further taking my dreams.
The light of the sun is too bright, too strong for my timid hopes.
Only in the moonlight and the starlight I can open my eyes,
Look around, and find my way over the hills, down the slopes.
I can remember how your touch felt, how it made me melt.
I long for it, but feel trapped between dream and reality.
Was it a mistake, was I so wrong about what I felt?...
The way you were, the way I could see your fragility.
Time passes, and now I only see reflections of what it was.
I miss the past, dwell on old feelings and wish them back.
I question my actions, blame myself, my own old flaws.
Wanting to make a wish, I look for that shooting star.
KBS, April 2009.
Plumage change
There are subtle signs of change, unseeing maturing,
Outgrowing youth, like birds changing colors of feathers.
Some things are left behind when one is growing.
Snakes shed skin; man sheds attitudes, picks what matters.
Choosing beliefs and attitudes as if standing in a freeway,
So many passing, going fast in all directions.
One wishes to find its soul, to find the way,
But instead is lost in someone else’s reflections.
In a moment of enlightment the truth can be seen.
By friction with hardships and rose thorns,
One can shed and leave behind its old skin,
Learning new ways of dealing with old flaws.
KSB, March 2009.
There are subtle signs of change, unseeing maturing,
Outgrowing youth, like birds changing colors of feathers.
Some things are left behind when one is growing.
Snakes shed skin; man sheds attitudes, picks what matters.
Choosing beliefs and attitudes as if standing in a freeway,
So many passing, going fast in all directions.
One wishes to find its soul, to find the way,
But instead is lost in someone else’s reflections.
In a moment of enlightment the truth can be seen.
By friction with hardships and rose thorns,
One can shed and leave behind its old skin,
Learning new ways of dealing with old flaws.
KSB, March 2009.
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