Oceans
not here
deep waters
I fear
the terror of drowning
a roaring I hear
from too many questions
and no answers near
a sea of emotions
the salt of a tear.

Cities
not there
too many blocks
all far too square
thousands of strangers
a vanity fair
millions of voices
such a hungry loud bear
and bodies which shove
and hands that do tear.

Meetings
of three
you won't
find me
rather wander alone
I say two form the key
Any number beyond that
And a crowd I do see
My small frightened soul
will be longing to flee.

Mountains
so high
enjoy
touching the sky
rocks slowly breathing
their time you can't buy
ancient forces that humble
every self obsessed cry
their shadows to free you
from ego's shackle and tie.

Deserts
I love
ever so quiet
sharp clearness above
red ball agleaming
no hawk and no dove
cosmos and self
inside a fiery glove
dreams of dispersing
that's purity tough.

Though Forests..
true home
lowly branches
my comb
everywhere I can hide
with the deers I can roam
patient trees will grant hold
far from faces of chrome
here I dance and I sing
under the leafy green dome...

(3rd of October 2013)