Heart is like
Ship on great ocean
With is fragile wood  wings
And numerous crew

sails and sails
On waves
Tries holding direction
Ends up in storms
Sometimes hurricane
mess all up

But that
Little wooden ship
Continues
Its all in endurance
Learning
And finding good sun
that’s life of heart

Getting older
Many hugs
I miss her

girl
With secret name
Surprising mind
Dark coal eyes
Raven hair
Mystery in here look

She talks and talks
Some say
Its forcefully

Then fly off
like exotic bird

Now stop
Games with water
aren’t for desert

walk on usual road
People passing by
Step by step
on road to work

At distant star she is waking up
Opening here azzure forest eyes
Spark of smile
Me
Road to work

Morning poem is written
Electron dance
carry
Words

Beyond great water
Spark with smile
Road to work

Time for new
storm in mind

Is it left or right
Maybe opposite ?

Imagine
Mountain road
That curves in Infinity
Beyond peeks
Covered
Pine trees
Close eyes
Do you feel
soft bitter fog

No right answer
only trys
Mistakes
Wins
And dance called life

Preparations
never complete
wind sings
Whistle of childhood
Ship must sail

All cant be learned by book
Ocean of possibility
New teacher

Ship
Ropes
Set free

We begin
New night

Have faith
Free strength

Open your eyes
You sail 

I wish to sleep
on my bed
without pain

I will dance
along this day

Music will be soft metal
with hard cords

No pain
Just tired

Round round
Day ends

Poem of unknown

Its sleep time

in this land of broken dreams

shatered in red and black glass

where are sheeps  lead by sheeps

imagining they wolfs

What strange place

color like dull metal

Place of home

Time for this poem to end

Midnight is closing
on wings of thunder and storm
Lady, lips soft as leafs
Knocks on door

Will you open?
no choice
she comes every season
In different way in same day

Lady autumn
comes
with dawn of season change

Writing on empty mind
sentences deleted
i had such great idea
it’s gone
remember empty is mind

remembering rain from Saturday
and how spark of Venice came
to city on other side of Adriatic

now time for sleep comes
and this poem
is to end

end
looking at lost moon
and sky full of silver suns