April 10th

9:54AM // 4 notes //


One’s time can pass away just like a cloud
The hours and breaths just slip and fade away
My talk is only thoughts displayed out loud
Like dreaming one can do throughout the day

I wish my thoughts arose from deeper sense
My language too could grant a softer boon
Through pictures feelings words that could condense
To draw the essence from the fragile moon

If only my few words could help me now
Remove this shattered compass from my mind
The frogs that calm the water with their sough
Give solace to the boy who there reclines

And if a crane should come to wake his dream
Perhaps he’d learn to vanquish his routine 

- Peter Vey