Raindrops

Raindrops
disguised in crystal spheres descend
touching the virgin forest.
Time travelers from a distant realm.
They alter the fragrance of nature
Into an intoxicating scent.
The dew of life. Purified by Sol.
Send me a raindrop everyday and
I shall treasure them.
For they sustain my life.

The Rose

I saw a mourning captive rose
Within a brilliant crystal sphere.
Yearning for the summer breeze
where in repose,
Butterflies would gently brush it there.
A sky rejoicing when Sol spun a
filigree of gold,
Descending nocturnal spirits fanning
soothing cold.
A dying rose fell onto arid ground.
Silence now where there was once a
velvet sound.

Kinship

On this lonely journey
I see your face my brother.
Silently you pass me as if I did
not exist. And I pretend that you
are the alien of long ago.
It was not always like that my brother.
Deep within our hearts lie memories
of long lost days.
Do you remember the beautiful eyes of
the one who gently carried you in her womb.
She, who felt your first heartbeat. The
strong hands of him you called Father.
The warmth of the hearth at winter nightfall.
You smile at me now. That is the true you!
Farewell my brother, someday...

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