Lowlands that stay flat

Lowlands that stay flat and go nowhere Fields of yellow grain that flood with shallow, sparkling waters Feelings that linger, barely touching Dreams, like transparent images Inconceivable echos surround And I just cannot Seem to exist in your world

Orange flood of light

Back in the time of Vishvamitra, Making love under the sunlight Your hand on my hand And an orange flood of light Warm hues in the sky, earth, and the seas Yellow mellow scents; orange blossoms and a crowd of marigolds A joining together type of feeling A trusting zen-like breathing  

Tropical bird

Please don’t leave, he whispered from the depths of his heart Her forest eyes pierced into his mind and took him elsewhere Paradise Where red-yellow birds flew over the rainbow And the waterfalls drenched into the ground Don’t leave me, he thought As he buried his nose in her hair And got soaked in that

Swimming in sparkling yellow

Swimming in diluted pain Swimming in circular, swirling colors Swimming with you, paralyzed Traveling with the ocean tides Immersed in sweet delights That turn acidic Floating with moss, floating in yellow green Immersed in bubbles, palpitating wishes and dreams Stuck in liquid, dragging, lifting Still in silent mid space Numb, gazing Feeling of love Swimming