on growing up

rainbow colored thoughts

that magic time when I was a child i was given a gift
greek myths and gods were populating my mind
i knew they could see me from the top of their mountain
or forests where they convived with middle age gnoms

at that time my parents had the stature of gods
but as I went on reading I started to notice
that their height had decreased
and the skin on the cheeks
were I was daily depositing a kiss
was becoming thiner and older


at times they were making mistakes
they did not want to admit
but I continued to read while they slowly got small
they had become very real human beeings
with problems that needed solutions
no magic to help them at all
and although they ceased to be perfect
my love for them had started to grow.

holiday

rainbow colored thoughts

I am one with the sand
and one with the salt
in an ocean of waves
reflecting the sun rays.
when the mind is at rest
just planning the future
for a one week duration
the length of vacation.
i am blinded by light
there is no boat in sight
to save me i have to swim
if I want to redeem
the sin of not doing
anything really.

invitation for you

i like you
but more
i like us
cause
you as in one
is worse
than you
as in two
and even thus
you as in two
could benefit
if changed
into us.

focus

rainbow colored thoughts

It happens if you let the river flow
Instead of fighting if you do let go
You become one with your own goal
And in silence you do pave the road
and many friends will try to follow
and others will try to distract.
no matter though where the winds blow
your ship is headed where is should
and in the sky for you so bright
the north star follows you on your path.
it's not a fight it'just the normal flow
you and your ship crew following a goal.

roundness

random waves
shape perfect stones
round and smooth;
all of them pebbles
alike as brothers
rolling on top of each other
moving away from each other
but never to far
never forgetting
who they are
unless they get picked up
by a forgetful kid
or an artistic lady
who wants to remember
the beauty of her vacation
at the edge of the sea

flight

rainbow colored thoughts
It happens when I think of you so hard
that a piece of my heart takes off;
sometimes with pain, sometimes with joy
like a rose petal on thin wings of air;
flies a little, dies a little
or rests a while on the forehead of the world
pressing it with all the weight of my love
with the memories of our friendship,
tossed in the bag of seconds we shared
in harmony or conflict or song.
till I forget it all in the swirls of today
and the petal turns into an angel
with tired wings but ready to fly again
over the ocean of salty water
and mountains of men
to grab hope by its tail, make it stay
make us belive we'll be again togheter
in harmony and able to paint
the seconds with the multicolored blood
of our two different souls

on becoming part of a forest

rainbow colored thoughts

Nothing so far, I feel nothing
but the humidity in the air,
the breath I take getting heavy
perhaps the pressure on my fingers
slowly cleaning themselfs of dust,
becoming green, multiplying into leaves;
their dirt dripping on humid ground,
turning clean like tears
for unknown and already dead leaves.
the forest has overtaken my presence.

i am none but a tree among trees
there is sap in my veins
nothing but sap and the need
to hiss with the wind
i cannot move anywhere so I gave up my shoes
since the forest has grown roots
allover my space, tied my legs
offering in return a large piece of eternity
the gift that and one may call me imortal
as long as the forest shall live

my limp arms are gaining strength
just for staying in place
raised and waiting for the sun.
if it will ever come
I will be here, standing;
my soul turned inside out
by words then dipped in
the songs of the forest.


who said there is no collective soul
did not recall the times long gone
of going to school or to church,
of hissing with the wind; a friend's search;
singing a tune on a stadium lawn;
cying over a meaningless game
of sports, a movie, a dead flower;
losing the singularity of "you"



PS:
watch the snowflakes falling
open the sky to your eyes
till it will absorb you
get lost in their dance
silently. then wonder why
your hand felt like ice