The Blog of Laughter and Forgetting

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