Winter Wind

blow my hair so softly winter wind,
alas! my dear friend "winter cold",
i can feel your touch from the western sky,
that slows the movement of thought and a shivering soul...

you bring stillness,  silence, a chill in the air,
a season of hibernation, laziness,
a season where everything dies a little,
oh a season so bleak and lifeless you wear...

the days are short and fill with such delight,
oh today  i  lack the light of sunlight,
you manage to take away the sun,
that only hangs so thin between night and night...

i will bundle my soul, in the calmness,
in the winter wind of the falling snow,
and i will ascend into the wilderness,
and embrace the beauty you posses!

i have so comely departed the joys of summer,
now i must celebrate the warmth amidst chilly weather!

The Flute

 The Flute

oh so hollow, so empty, with this precisely you lure,
the purified human voice cries an expression of longing,
through the hollow reed your emptiness gives a sound so pure...

oh the spiritual breath flows through the hollow reed,
parallel with the spine the human being is a living flute,
a soft hum, a quiet ringing, a endless bliss of living music is heard...

oh whisper in my ear the soothing tune of a wooden flute,
without conflict, so soft, so gentle,  i embrace your divine sound,
and now throughout the body the sound of the enchanted flute is felt...

the birds will sit in silence at the mouth of the living flute,
and silently the moon will arrive in the reflection of still water,
and the divine sound of love, life, dreams will flow through the hollow reed.

Hidden on the Moon (in shades of gray)

When full,  she is a beacon in the night
And at half she is yet a guiding light...

When eclipsed,  she is a whole in the sky
A blindness inflicted on the poet's eye...

For it truly is the Moonlight's Presence
That inflames romances very essences...

She turns the darkness of night into day
Blending black and white for shades of gray...

A shining sphere to light the pathway to your dreams
I see a touch of love upon your face,
and the Moonlight in your eyes filled with impossible dreams.