Inside still Lush

Inside still Lush

"Are your roots still growing Are they just dormant and will wake up and revive Or have you capt them Have you chosen to let the trunk mould Wither away Nourished by dust and the illusion of rain Thirsting feeding of our memories Of a dream seen in the seed born from you and me A cactus Inside still lush With the shell and spikes Protecting the core holding on in the changing of colors In the abyss of a wintering desert in drought Giving birth to hope that we will live and reign Not die for a rain which will never come again."

Cactus

Are your roots still growing

Are they just dormant and will wake up and revive

Or have you capt them

Have you chosen to let the trunk mould

Wither away

Nourished by dust and the illusion of rain

Thirsting

feeding of our memories

Of a dream

seen in the seed born from you and me

A cactus

Inside still lush

With the shell and spikes

Protecting the core

holding on in the changing of colors

In the abyss of a wintering desert in drought

Giving birth to hope that we will live and reign

Not die for a rain which will never come again.

Symmetry of Flight

Growing, gurgling strength, gateway of sensuality.

Sentiments serenading the conscience.

The Geist soaking spirits grasp, growing senses for sight.

Serendipity indefinitely groping the Soul on spontaneous symmetry of flight,

to soar in cycles realising life’s might.