Too long..

The bright red-golden Sun,
The glimmering light in the morning sky,
The white clouds playing hide and seek,
The rays, too long..too long..

The dew like diamonds on the leaves,
The morning wetness suspended in the air,
The delicate tulip still drowzy,
The grass, too long..too long..

The only footprint in the wet mud,
The catterpillar still digging into it,
The small ants walking in a line,
The path, too long..too long..

The walk across the damp woods,
The crush of dry leaves under my foot,
The darkeness creeping into the night,
The nights, too long..too long..

The lonliness settling in the wind,
The void deepening into a hollow,
The sound of silence filling my ears,
The wait, too long..too long..

Heaven and the Footprints

One footprint into the wet sand,
A couple more.
I walk beside the shining waters,
A heaven on Earth, the shore!

Moist, salty wind,
Sea mollusks scattered all around,
Some alive, souls of the rest,
I feel free, no longer bound!

Glistening waves, ruffling, rippling.
Touch of the cold bubbles,
Froth floating on twisting curls,
I forget all wordly troubles.

A path sewn to the yellow moon,
Threads of reflection,
The golden ray till eternity,
Is this reality or deception?

Competing with the Sun,
The Orange-yellow sphere of cold fire,
The Moon, rising, shining.
Mind going into a spire!

I spread my arms,
Trying to fly,
Close my eyes,
Giving out a soft cry!

A new wind blows past my face,
One of happiness and hope,
A hand grips mine,
My despair flows down the slope!

A conforting touch,
A cozy hug,
A friendly warmth,
Snug!

Two footprints into the wet sand,
Then four ,
We walk beside the shining waters,
This is reality, I ask for no more!