Cherries in Summer,
In Winter, Wheat.
The One I love,
Does not know it yet,
And that is because,
We have never met.
In the coming Future,
When love will be,
What love has to be,
The Flowers will blossom,
Giving fruit to the tree,
The true rebirth,
Sought incessantly.
A storm,But Life goes on, it’s just that plain,And yet for some, there will no longer be,The Fantasy,Of singing in the rain.
Maybe, rearrange it,But the real change must comeFrom society’s side,Pushed by individual thoughtWith equilibrium from inside.
The solitudes of my Soul.Would you listen?Would you comfort me?Poetry,So I know, I’m not alone.
When all dreams have broken,Including, yourself,Will there still be a poem,To be written with love,Concerning the mystery,Of all that’s above.Will that poem be ample,And serious and bestTelling of Love’s tireless quest?Will it make those that read it,Like never before,Feel the call of Life fullyAnd even want more?
With our dreams,And personal pain,Trying to hold together,Our fragile human domain.
The freedoms of the World,How dare anyone say,That the US of A.,Is not Exceptional!This Country and its brave people,Have saved the World, so many times,In so many ways, allied with others,Made it possible, to have a brighter day,So Liberty, in this torn up World,Would always find it’s way.
