Yellow sun in the blue

Yellow sun in the blue

Yellow sun in the blue sea
Green trees on the meadows,

Without images in the sky!
Are these good enough reasons?
For a text to begin!
Tune is locked up in the shelf…
Beautiful picture dates with the livid word,
Crazy colour falls on a blank face and flirts,
Both focused more or less on the alternative.

Someone, from perhaps a corner of a dais hears.
Something resembling a voice, or just gibberish

Heard,unclear, yet drumming some sense
A moaning that could have some meaning of pretense.

Who'll go in search for the magic to work?
For words to come to terms with the real avid self

Untouched, uncontaminated,

What could have been different?

In other words, sounds as windy, breezy, and vague

Nothing is the same.

Let it go back…

Yellow sun in the blue sky

Green trees on the meadows,

Nothing remains the same.

24 September 2014