Sunday, December 27

Hyphen hyphen hyphen

A ray of sun, a piece of broken smile, and endless solitude.

A glass of life, a share of moonshine, and some more..

A distance and a vision, and two feet to get me there.
A hope, an intuition, and some time to prepare.

A wandering thought, a question without doubt
Another thought after that one, and way leading out
Some destitution, some anarchy, some ignorance, and some bliss
Some union and harmony, some sounds of peace
And some of this.