The Gravel-Walk
The Past
The open
window looks at the sun.
The eye peers
the horizon.
There is a
looking-glass over the fender.
There is a
smile in the sky.
A power comes
and opens the gate.
The wind runs
through the gravel-walk.
Walking,
thinking, talking, siging
The little
future remains dancing
and get boreous.
r.mello 14-15.07.2007
The Gravel-Walk
The Present
The yellow road starts to shine.
The sun looks at the horizon.
There is a forest between the bird and the
kingdom.
There is a laught in the air.
A rainbow brights and meets the grass.
The brook passes swiftly through the
gravel-walk.
Trumbling, jumping, shrieking, jesting
The little present begind to believe
And get glee.
r.mello 23.05.07
The Gravel-Walk
The Future
The gorgeous ship
will be under the sea.
The candle
lights the moon and the nothing.
There is an
isle in the thought.
There is a
sword crossed in the bare heart.
An hourglass
measures the wasted time.
The
neverending road cuts the gravel-walk.
Feeling,
crying, peeping, raising
The little
past begins to wonder
to
understand.
And get ridiculous.
r.mello 02.06.07
