silence

rainbow colored thoughts
silence is where
nothing is more important
than you
and you are being disolved
in the surroundings
calmly

rainbow colored thoughts

rainbow colored thoughts

he and his voice
take a stroll in the forest
they talk to each other
in a balancing act

is he the one
to take a decision
or is it his voice which
is sometimes in tune

does he decide
who he'll be tomorrow
or it's up to his toughts
and his manager voice

the leisurly walk
is an act of (pre)creation
is's peace that he's making
between him who woke up alone
and his voice that will
say it all or put it on paper
as soon as he'l finish
his morning cleaning routine.

indian summer

rainbow colored thoughts
this is the time
when the seeds you planted
reward you with flowers;
this is the time
when the flowers you cared for
reward you with seeds;
a leaf on the lawn marks the elbow
where summer binds to fall.

rainbow colored thoughts

rainbow colored thoughts
your heel is round
and soft but it can
kick off the dance
your eyes are lit
by joy and your smile
is a flower that blooms
on your face
the voice that I hear
sings in colors
you are the child
of many desires;
you change the world
wherever you touch it;
you are a fountain
for those who are thirsty
of joy and enthusiasm
stay with me
more than a day
and I'll shape a ball
with the shape of your heel
we'll invent a game
where no one gets hurt;
we'll dance to the sun
and tallk to the stars
watch the butterflies
and wonder how could they
have been different
in a not distant past

music is

rainbow colored thoughts
music is
part of my day
when I walk
down the street
it's always
comming my way

music is
companion to me
on my journeys
when I am all alone
does not mind sharing
with my friends a song

music is
painted with colors
of joy or darkened
by sadness or loss
forever young
forever my love

Painless world

rainbow colored thoughts

If we could all buy with our money
the health of our friends
wouldn't you you rather live
in a world where we'd all be poor?
We would roam the streets in rags
under which we'd hide our bodies
pure and untouched by disease.
we shall search ourselves
for food in the fields;
draw water from the fountain
of youth , wash our souls
till they are ready to touch
brother souls in a painless world?
but before all these let us think
are we ready to give
are we ready to live?
and what if it still does not work?
will it mean
that we changed not anything?

dream market

I went to the dream market
and asked for a boat
they had one for sale
and it costed a day of my life
I went further to search
for other offers
and took out the boat from my mind
but the dream market
had no merchandise on display
only smells and photos
that you had to paint
so i decided
the market had nothing to offer
I headed back home
and I felt poorer
than any other man.
a man with no dream
is a desert who does not
even long for teh water that
can give back life
drop by drop,
I started to shape
from boards and from log
something my hands knew
only what would become
my mind then caught up
I was building the boat
the dream had caught up
and added the sails
since I had already
unkowingly paid the price.

traveler

the traveller
often away from home
learning to be a new man
on his paths in life
with joy he goes
and with joy he returns
although he often complains
about beeing away too much.
he has put in his bags
his neat folded clothes
and now he takes out
a bundle of dreams
that he's brought as a gift
to his twinkle in the eye kids.
Under them
after they have flown in the air
stays a salty smell of sweat
and foreign dust
mixed with the perfumes
of a hotel that has been
home for a while.
the air is sparkling
with words before a good
quiet night.

LIght

there is light in my window
and light in my soul
spreading all over the joy
to have been born.

today the space is all open
gravity is beeing generous
and allows me to spring
high in the air

I am close to the birds
chirping for the morning
in the tree that is blooming
while loosing its leaves

there may be no reason for all
but today is the day
when the problems of the world
have been lifted from Atlas shoulders

so he's roaming the hills
jumping over the springs and
enjoyng himself unaware
of the serecy of his mission

today he feels young but tomorrow
he may be tied to the ground
and all the atmosphere will press on his shoulders
while his hair will resume to turn gray.

today though he chooses
to take one more free breath
before he'll go back
to his regular job on earth