To Charles.

To Charles.

On the top of the mountain, wind roared,
Thousands of stars up the sky,
On the silent meadow, Caburn whispered..
The strong gush of emotions and a sigh.

The wind swayed the long grass,
Rabbits played in the happy valley,
On the flower carpet, was the softest kiss..
Kiss of the Golden Sun. Lovely. 

Is this wrong? Maybe. 
Some wise men say love know no bar.
If it sets you free, that's your truly.
For some there's ignorant bliss, for some, a scar.

The restless sea waves, the colorful kites,
The little bird by the café, the long green hikes,
And then the cross road. 
The green eyes darkened with a silent scream.
The jelly legs diverged for an unknown dream.
Head explodes.

Back in the city from the magic land,
Caress the golden scar like a friend.
Guilt creeps in, and despair..
No regrets but life isn't fair.

There was no promise,
no demands, no sorrys.
Only the touch of giving it all,
Just like mountain that stands so tall,
The river that flows and the shining Sun,
With never anything to ask in return.
You are Nature, Nature is You
I pray so hard for your happiness, overdue.