Mystery

Asymmetry has its own beauty

Nothing revealed, nothing concealed

Only loss of symmetry

Like death with its own mystery

Brings silence and tears.

Time

Cruising the Rhine

castles and vineyards on both sides of the river

one for reverie, the other, revelry

I’m ask to choose

time remains a mystery.

where did you go

What if I slumber

and you appear in my dream

and you look my way

should I wave

to catch your attention?

 

If you are looking the other way

should I call your name?

But I don’t know your name.

 

I remembered you

walking under the cherry blossoms

that seemed so long ago.

Your beauty which I could not deny

was not what I remembered

but your face, a smile,

a mysterious smile

that remained in my heart.

 

I didn’t see you again.

I visited the cherry blossoms 

and waited

 but you didn’t return.

 

Maybe if  I dream

 

SABBATH

If mind and eyes can not see

far enough and wide enough

what about the heart?