Drumming my fingers

Drumming my fingers Nervous in expectation Of coming events Of nearing acts Feeling them sharply Sensing them fully By touching tension By denying facts Saying it loudly Accepting tension’s presence Through heart’s decision Through reason’s fights Reaching peacefulness Breathing harmony When there is silence Soaring to heights

Moody morning

SPACE …millions of stars Scattered in the space MIND … millions of thoughts Scattered in the head THOUGHTS that are Alive Forgotten Simple Unique Shared Misunderstood Meanwhile a DAY is dawning Opening its gate… It doesn’t let us know What’s waiting for us We will see When the right moment …