Bee, kissing rose,
Cool honey of love.
Recent tired arguement
Stayed alone with itself.
Motion, filled by noise
Where is silence?
Ocean of my fillings on the paper.
I must feel the water – be my hand.
Red leaves of autumn nights
Warm rays of moon lights
Recent tired arguement
Stayed alone with itself.
Blue forest carries cool,
Road is near.
Stop for quench the thirst I can’t
Something disapear – that is why.
Tim Spirit & Julie White
