Reaching for the light in the dark.

The Moon.

Sweet Moon of dreams that makes all

go grand while being small.

 

(For I lose the light

but the moon keeps it.)

Black night and alone August 

when all are gone on holiday

I stay.

Always working, 

always on vacations...

And when employed

more relief I feel by being 

somewhat away from my treasure's cage.

Learning and pursuing

what makes me uncomfortable.

Beating the down with upper growing.

Falling through others and seas,

land that I don't know.

For sure to be heard by many.

But more many made it all possible.

Caring for the world in a little room:

laptop on the face and information mess,

loosing the self on nothing but unlived experiences of others.  

You too?

Gardens of understanding and touching:

some quiet, some loud and aggressive,

cause all is needed. 

Find the balance and be in the street:

be looked, smiled and heard.

Set to walk and see

what tomorrows bring.

 For after summer comes winter

and then spring.

Go gentle and let madness fool you like a little child.

You're learning...