Saturday, March 15, 2014

The Confession on Imagination

The road is messy, empty,
Silence creeps in with a haunting
touch inside me.
The air is pale and dry,
The sensuousness of dusk converging
to mirror my oneness with the campsite.
At this heels of such timid day,
Bears a slice of hope,
love, and red roses,
cleansing the muddy yesterday,
Injecting a newness to mind, body, and spirit.
Today will be more peaceful,
Maybe an order will come
to end this ongoing war.
Maybe as glow of stars hits,
My contentment will greet,
Pray for a better day tomorrow,
Bottles of beers,
A Letter from girlfriend Maria,
with firework alike cheers...