how to wake a river up?

the river slept on its way
and the sea kept on waiting
waves are thus endless

clear my sky

i still feel cloudy
though the sky is so clear.
are you by any chance
sending me a rain?

flowing back...

by reaching the sea,

the river asked,

'is there any way to go back?'

is that ok?

I of course promise your democratic space,

but you should ask only my questions

and should be contented with my answers.

the white sheet

That was a misty winter night
We of course lit the fire together
Just little fire and
more and more unjust smoke.
Not sure that we tried to
flame it up
for once we threw our firewood
in the greater sea.
What remained was then
a combination of mist and smoke.
Little white and little grey.
But tell me one thing,
was that really a milky white sheet,
covering us in those moments?

,..

A Blue Moon Night ...

Those more-than-equal friends
were sitting inside to meditate
or to jump within themselves.
It was then the dogs started barking.
Our less-than-equal friend
who was sitting outside
jumped onto the way
to bring back the 'meditative' silence
if not to stone the dogs away.
Though the first dogs stopped barking
next dogs started
and so the other dogs in the region.
The blue moon sky
was still black then.

,..

You are not therefore I am not...

We as we are
never suit to each other
I projected an I
that you did like
You projected a you
that I did like
And finally on our coming together
our lips stayed away from each other
without sharing the beauty of that moment...

,..