The Blog of Laughter and Forgetting

Was ever blue so silent? Steps are going down slowly I come to touch burnt alphabets And burnt yellow too Married with red then came black I looked at, with fever The green with closed eyes I can’t be cured again So the thirsty cloud Going to the moon Wasted the wings for whom Happier the blues left so soon A promise is to be kept in afternoon Ocean says at last before the spring rips Water was everywhere after the flash And the fire walked past To bounds where snow wants to start

White breeze comes from the top Leaves float on the green river A storm of colours And the boat in black Windows open to greet Awakening to wait for first My river emerges from your navel Arms are raised to the end of light As whisper pass through the door Like night sleeps in through the scarlet A singing bird swims through white And the spring goes back to ask

Half of sepia, half through dream When black speaks from eyes And the next pink with breeze Awakening of green or may Be the first white passenger on river Ripening with yellow while green reflecting back As orange gathers in the corner And breeze row the seeds in sky Water is circling now inside A touch of violet from west The boat is floating on the velvet Green drowns in silver water Stars are rising from the grass And black is walking silently

Lyrics write the road in music Colours sail in the canvas The tune beholds your hair around my shoulder I bathe The flower emerges from kisses Your fingers paint My body becomes your canvas Your silence drowns in the ocean Mist in your eyes turns And what a tender waiting by the river Like the water never stops And the silver lines compose on riverbed Smile is born from everywhere The grass remembers drops from sky As we walk inside And your footprints follow the horizon Immortal is your violin Passionate is my grave Flowers touch each other, the music thrust upon the door While the song remembers dead ones, alive yet Your beauty touches all the strings And all the frozen ones whisper from the wall I become your kite through the clouds And your fingers call from miles away When you hold the truth Like the mountain holds the secret Like the river holds her tears I touch y...

Door wants to open? Drops are still alive. When the wet moves on, and the flute flows two arms. Long hair plays the guitar, and smell arises out of water. I will feed the hens forever. Life is a ribbon still holding the end. Stairs are climbing down to green. And green waves at the flicker of butterfly. Did I ever wish to know? So much of shower! When I gave the flower ... and the little child set her homework aside. Your hand moved. Trees nod and bring more yellow, green, and red plum. Spring, don't leave! Wind, I am happy to be inside your prison.

I still believe in the walk Still believe in the leaves When the night crowded in And the face remained first rain No, need is far inside the song Inspire to overcome the window Some kisses have grown unwatered And some mists turning shadow Quiet sentences once wrote Rains of the windy rainbow Ah, the train passed one night And the platform gathered the dews Questions were born from silver Blaze on the run of time Deep was fragrant in steel water And bright was sunk like a rhyme.