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