Possibly Could Be

Gone with the wind all my hopes went flying, searching for the nevermind reasons to fall apart.. in the dessert of my silence a tree of wisdom was growing while the holy sun was watching keeping it far from die.. there was a way along the river and on its joy was diving mine and on the above blind sky from clearness there was a heart beating, a bird singing, a girly whisper or some intention to cry.. but on its blue courtain, where the blue was still warmer.. all I needed there it was.. my heart was beating, my voice was singing, I was then whispering with my face shaping a smile.

Here I go once again, waiting for that train to come while the sun is raising, giving birth to a new day full of promises... Everyday is a uncertain and misterious gift and we should avoid controlling this fact cause Nature will never tell us its secrets and the light to follow remains deep inside ourselves... Let's look for that light inside like we look for the sun of August, and maybe then, we will get to know a bit about Nature and its parallelism with life.