Breeze of memory

 

closed eyes

writing song

of memory

imagining childhood

in distant land

 

I miss my old friends

our laughter in school

smile of my little love

rush of bicycle ride

to here village

 

plowing fields with my grandpa

streams of cold mountain water

smell of fresh cut grass

danger and happiness of holding  scythe

 

fields of golden wheat

harvesters in hunt

hard work in summer

 

remembrance of runs

 through corn fields

small stings of it leafs

 

rains of autumn

sweet grapes from

 grandpa yard

 

terrifying  sounds

of killing pigs

sweet juicy meat

sense of community

dining together on big table

warm room

full of scents

 

Christmas

with humble presents

full house

 

remembrance

of  childhood

adventures

 

so many

things in fog

while breeze of memory

flow to  tomorrow

Legacy of Wind

Sound of waves

breaking on ship stern

crew capturing wind

 

I sense sweet scent

scent of sea

storm closes

it echoes through

wind

 

In distance

familiar melody sings

it’s getting near

carried by nine sirens

they sing

melody of ecstasy

 

I see people jump

in sea

harsh mistress

takes them

embrace of deeps

 

I’m alone

nine sirens

now

nine muses

music has changes

 

There is ecstasy

and

spark of peace

 

Closed

eyes

while muses sing

i feel

distant whisper of moon

carried by

sea breeze