Gray

Blooming, roar - the heavenly theft,
Lightnings - thunders, right and left
The flight cancelled as the birds hide
One law of nature all can, but , abide.
And, a puny creature, underneath I stand
The heavenly uproar, an evening so grand

So many terraces - yet, I wonder how
that I, alone, am in one right now?
Could it be that rest all have been out-of-touch?
And, careless to admire the serenade - glamorous as such?

(Greatness is a majority opinion. So far, the majority always has been wrong - the concept has)

Sepia

the roads are grey, air thin
the essence of the day still within
and the enlightened world is ready
to be engulfed by shadows, by darkness - until the next day
it's a sepia mode of nature
glamour's inherited by trees curvatures
and every creature on the ground
and every object glittering all around
the beauty is overwhelming
pouring out of leaves
and the intimidating cloud
and this beauty knows no bounds
existing in the cold breeze,
and even in the traveller's sounds
it's not for us, mind you
it's how it always has been
only the colour greys
nature always was this way
dark by the night, bright on the day
it is just that you
(the way you lead your life)
fail to appreciate it
try to contempt the sheer beauty
sublime antiquity
the glasses, ripples - in the horizon,
finally engulf the burning sun
and the light goes away, darkness comes to stay
and this is the way it is going to be until the next day.
human, sleep tight,
it's nature's way of telling you goodnight.

Perfect Romance

camelot, campanile
camisole, cantabile
cantharus, canthus
canyon, capias

(imagine how the situation is)

Silhouette

I watched the sun set low
and the little house at the end of the rainbow
I watched the dusk set in, and the little ones hide
and the silhouette the tree made over the lake side

Pity, I was too far to touch the show,
or see the clouds on the hill tops glow
I just sat there smiling up at the sky
as the evening star looked down at me and smiled

sorrow of distance and yet a joy of getting to stay
I watched it, until the very end of that wonderful day
words wanted to sound but I had nothing to speak
so, I laid on the soft grass and went to sleep

It was cold, but not so to make me quiver
but the solitude there made my body shiver
nonetheless, I turned right and touched the sand
and rest my palm there as I dozed off to a dreamy land.