Traveling in time tunnels,

Feeling a total revival of energy, contemplatinga re-emergence into the center of things.A sensational turmoil continuing it’s entireevolution in the silence of music.

Visions standing straight forward, balancing nothing between ideas, just writing every unfolded image into poetry.

Watching scenery as it touches my sight,seeing pure white clouds, hanging over mountains,looking like snow – capping them.Rain pouring steadily, quenching the desert’sthirst from above.Desert floors still holding their greenery,beautiful to see and hold in private memories ofpoetical versions.