Blue Summer Morning

like twin poppies under the sky
I forget everything
because it’s just a glorious
blue summer morning

stories and worries
yesterdays, tomorrows
vain joy, true grief
dead-ends or seashores

the empire of Lights
the depths of darkness
greetings as farewells
and the fountain of youth

the silence of God
the Devil’s masquerade
their mysterious charade
dreams and even the Dreamer

like twin poppies under the Sky
I forget everything
because it’s just a glorious
blue summer morning

~

Twin Poppies under the Sky – © 2017– F.G.M.

Out of the Maze

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? (Khalil Gibran, “The Prophet”)

Wild flowers bloom
then fade.
Words flow in silence.
Tears go by.

Will we look
at the gates of Heaven
the same way
you were gazing at the sky?

How can we be sure
that Time and Love
work together
to lead us safely

out of the Maze?

Black and White Treasure

The garden looks so sad.
There are red petals
from blown poppies
on the grass.

I feel so bad:
I lost a friend
killed at night
by a neighbor’s cat.

Black and white treasure.
Little baby magpie
fallen from the nest,
please be our guest again!

Oh my Teacher Bird!
Grief!
There is no other word
for it!

~

Black & White Treasure – © 2017– F.G.M.