Be Renewed

Incoherent people cannot talk, cannot
use words to convey their meaning, explain
what they are feeling, incoherent people can
only wonder about the forlorn meandering
of their own thoughts

Notes twinkling like ice-cubes, passing me
by, no music left, only the darkness inside,
must learn to fill it up with gleaming
interest - the words are lost, empty
lines running on

Without rhythm and sound; tomorrow
will bring a new story of beauty, dragons
and glory, dreamers shall be victorious over
sorrow, bring joy of dancing fellows -
tomorrow life shall be renewed

Soft-Flowing Mists

Dear Friend, Wishing you a beautiful day, hoping your
financial deals will all be successful, that you will feel
new vigour and power as you make your way through
the intricate lanes of modern economics and commerce

That your muse will quicken your heart and make your
fingers nimble so you can write the dreamy poems
that form in your mind like soft-flowing mists wafting
in golden colours, like long-forgotten chords of music

Like resurrected dreams...