the wind in the trees whisper thy name
                                     what should i call thee?
 Desire turned to a dream!
 Poet dost thou know me?
   In my wanderings i called out your name
You seemed to let it echo in the woods...........


In the liquid silence mountain melts
the moon beyond the images finds:
   the mirror
  The joy n' laughter of mind divine!!

My Bard, will you take me

To the land where rain in the wind
Chimes the heathen songs
 To fathom the  tears that
deep inside  the oysters shines

As i remain locked in my own transformed world,


 I wait for the moments to slip
To free me in exile......