Signs

How can I spend most of my
days
Living low in misterious
ways
While the world's horn os skies
apears
And englobe myself into
fears

Those Holy sounds of
nature forms
Fill me and my soul
in doors
They show me I can't
disapear
From the world funest
years

And for I go and walk
by sun
I live happyly for one mind
of fun
This best of months and
weeks
I grow between all my
weaks

Shall I never more create
A way of day, a way of
live
Be a part of most my types
That lie behind the cruel
martir

So I get of of these
scrambled lines
And turn my own way of
be in signs.

Petro

07/01/11