suns for kisses, kisses to mars
mars on the moon, he misses stars
stars are dead, dead in our hearts
hearts weary and broken, broken by our mars.
When I'm deepest green
beneath clear blue skies and seas
cascades of flowers!
Then bliss hours of my beauty
and my radiant good health.
In blue hours of green
birds sing and there's abundance
planetary dream
I hope soon days are coming
......
What a love?
Today love
dead on ego
what a love
today love
broken to heart
what a love
today love
waiting with seashore
what a love?
......
Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way.
In heedless youth, with innocence bedight,
The heart's true freedom, by time, is put to slight.
Oh, valor lost, in age's solemn gaze,
As years' cares, like chains, their toll displays.
Yet in the echoes of a child's sweet strain,
Lingers a melody, free from life's disdain.
......
The hour grows late
Red sun, cherries, rose
Won't peace begin in hearts?
If monsters have mouths
Then what do they spout?
Is it truth that rebounds
Through their teeth?
If monsters have lungs
That means that they've sung
All the songs that one hears
In the deep.
......
Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way.
In heedless youth, with innocence bedight,
The heart's true freedom, by time, is put to slight.
Oh, valor lost, in age's solemn gaze,
As years' cares, like chains, their toll displays.
Yet in the echoes of a child's sweet strain,
Lingers a melody, free from life's disdain.
......
suns for kisses, kisses to mars
mars on the moon, he misses stars
stars are dead, dead in our hearts
hearts weary and broken, broken by our mars.
When I'm deepest green
beneath clear blue skies and seas
cascades of flowers!
Then bliss hours of my beauty
and my radiant good health.
In blue hours of green
birds sing and there's abundance
planetary dream
I hope soon days are coming
......
They wend their way through Sunshine City
Cobblestoned, sloped, and Old World pretty;
And lined with colorful, homes in glad unity,
Streets linked heart to heart, in deep affinity.
Up one crooked path, and down to the river,
As rosy birds sing in green trees that quiver;
And soon arises pearl moon, a glowing sliver,
Making the roads to everywhere a bit clearer.