CYCLE : STIGMA OF OUR SOULS
I was chasing my dream
Dream like a butterfly circulating
Dream like blowing low wind
Like moon’s hike at night
Like flight of a mysterious bird
Me dreams still of me ahead
Elusive, unvailable
I can’t them hold in my hands
To build together of hapiness places
Wonderful places in world and hearts
Until once I ran out of breath
I wasn’t chasing my dream
And I los sight of them
I wades trough the desert
And wilderness of loneliness
I meditated in churches
And on the of mountains tops
On freedom, truth, on God
I folloved the clues
Of friendship and of love
In the noise of human crowds
In families, prisons, schools
I gave sacrifice and trust
I a lot collected evil and good
Then again has come time
And with a rays of stars
My dream to me came back
Like from the horizon sunrise
Like fresh roses sent far away
Like in desert a life-giving rain
Then I felt my cosmic soul singing
My soul’s vibrating shockingly
On avenue to heaven’s happiness
Bowed to me magical trees
Their leaves like a cheerful faces
Of my deceased friends , angels
( July 29, 2025 )
