Our Golden Works

Forth while, time came into the stars

Quivering over the immense eternity

Then came unsorted small white houses

Time clicked by in tiny hours

Came and depart forever

And behind the passing, lay shreds of life 

The etchings marked in memory

Love bathes inside of us burning forever

Under sunny Saturdays, brandishing passions

Through family, friends, and the search for meaning  

As our works cannot conqur

Though they be full of gold 

Pure shining through autumn leaves

Heavy sour struggles over humid hills of bore

Driving by red tomatoes, and industrial efforts

And swirling dream-stuff, secretly inside of you

Their manifested works create

Feeling too often, fallen like fantasies

Discontent angels breathe

Over old contenents of yore

Wavering memories of ancestors

That elegantly scatter

Into green rolling hills 

And creaking home floors

Tumbling gusts approach

To scatter all and make anew

Still alive, is my love for you

In this wilderness, this celestial wisdom

We have dances like charades of mind 

All around misleading 

We’ll move into these grassy starry fields

Hand in hand we yonder go

Years far into the future

You’ll wonder what has become of me

As I’ll think of you

Remembrance in our sleep 

Time moves on

Banches of a tree twice so strong 

Like efforts we made to belong

Weighed down by the world

Bathing soft 

In gentle sunlight

A truth I see in you

These days, we made it through

I hardly know how