Submissions by sleepwalker

Staring
Green forest
Early morning
Below the sky
Invisible fire smoke
Emitting clouds, rolling
Challanging the montains, fly
White curtain a line
Crest of the mountain hide
She now seems so shy
What a surprise:
Under the white purdah
Covering her
White face.

More machine
Of a less human
That I may catch,
My coming here
Following
The stale sun.

Rising
Every morning
Climbing to the sky
And by the evening
Declivity of the night
Decend from
The horizon.

Yesterday,
Today and tomorrow
The gulf of absurdity
Will be existing
Devoid of
Any resistance.

And
To refresh,
The same sun plays
A binary game of
The day and
The night.

My sweet
Little darling
Written draft
Of mine your took.
And you do not know
Where you place them?
And I am not happy
For I can not get
Same thought
Twice,

I am
Taken a back
For your innocence
In spite of anger even
Again, you do not know
How words are of
Greater value to me
And I hope
You will realize
Some day.

How sad is your dad?
If you ever read
These lines.

Whose eager wings to see
The neverland, his adventure
Dream inebriated thought
An ease to escape from the pain
And a distant land to cross
A bird in me is ready to take off.

A flock of goose, migrating birds
Over the mountains fly, and
In the horizon they lost.
My vision so weak, creature inland
Beyond the daily events of life
Lending your lens to see
In the high feather to fly
And a distant land to cross
A bird in me is ready to take off.

I run errand in solitude
Digging thoughts to explore
Flight of fancy, wings...