Expressions...

Wings to the soul

Baby sunshine plays

with elderly clouds,

occasionally gracing me

her gentle warmth.

I smile her a little thanks

for her sweet soothe,

ever and ever again.

Just closing eyes for a while,

I feel my own heaven on earth!

softly sunny evening, turning into twilight

as I sing her farewell

from mother's lap.

Little sparrows too join me

bringing along a whole new freshness

with their sweet lofty chirps.

I suddenly get up

and run

farther and farther,

the lush green carpet at my bare feet

and wind filtering through my black waves.

I simply run and run

not in the search of divine

but in the ecstasy of divine.