That Home

The sun grew big 

As my eyes rolled 

Through a tiny glass pane

Over my broken window

My dreams , my sleep it lifted 

On the clouds that floated

Above my head 

As I followed the Temple 's road

On way back home 

My papa taught 

The fields grow fast  

If you rain them right

Silver came shining

On my garden rose 

Guiding my footsteps

As I dangled to it close

My mamma did sing 

Songs of the gone 

While the sleep 

Caught me ,

Rubbing me in her arms

In light of the fireworks that

showed up years ago 

Can someone find me

that home.

That Home

The sun grew big
As my eyes rolled
Through a tiny glass pane
Over my broken window

My dreams , my sleep it lifted
On the clouds that floated
Above my head
As I followed the Temple 's road

On way back home
My papa taught
The fields grow fast 
If you rain them right

Silver came shining
On my garden rose
Guiding my footsteps
As I dangled to it close

My mamma did sing
Songs of the gone
While the sleep
Caught me ,
Rubbing me in her arms

In light of the fireworks that
showed up years ago
Can someone find me
that home.

The speaker

I see the words perplexed
Upon the stage yet to set
Before the curtains lift up
I wander in those corners
Picking them up in lines
Weaving over the empty space
Filling the voids to amaze
And slowly I ll whisper in your ears
The tales I never told
To call upon the souls within
And write the stories again ...

Catching colors

Over the bubbles of sand

I tip toed 

Catching the colors in rows 

As the clouds melted in the air 

I breath 

In awe of the setting sun

Pouring  colors from clouds on run 

Like a painting dissolving 

in it's own tears 

Drenching in it's red and blue 

I tasted the saltiness of crimson's hue 

Dreary of the eyes

What do you call those eyes
lost in the blackness of
the world haunted by  humans ,
afraid to swallow the stars too bright .
Where the innocence hides
beneath the bruises turning to blue
and the sparkle just floats surging
with waves that never reaches the shore...