Quiet

in the hour of silence

nature speaks for us:

in the soothing sound of rain

tenderly touching leaves of green

in a dark storm cloud from sea

to which the waves and soul open their sails

in the quiet gleam of the flowering moon.

❧

(Will we ever be more than silence again? ...)

waterfall

this dance of fireflies

over the ancient meadows of the heart

filling the waterfall with glow

of embers that the moon

once gifted to the dusk

just feel the water stream

touching stone by stone

a melody of liquid light

from pond to mind to sea

her lotus' flowering moon

risen from waters dark

vine trailing around the stem

of souls expanding to the sky

be flower, moon and tree

immerse in secrets deep

of nature's sparkling wheel

feel light flooding your leaves.

(a favourite place of mine)