This was some late night scribbles. I am not quite sure if I translated some of the scribbles correctly – had they been different maybe this would be more clear and concise, hard to say. Interesting none the less.

A Poem on a Poem

If you heard a poem

Would you know them

If grass was green

Could the jester be seen

Where the bird flies

The bee dies

And thinks to tie

The world anew

For you and for me

This is the where

The world will be

Between thoughts

And dreams

And with the living things

Of all

Seen and unseen

Sitting right here

For you and me

But why today if tomorrow is

Warranted for the future

Beginning and ending

The world is different now

Hat is was yesterday

And will not know itself

Tomorrow