#4

The new born day comes from a sleeping night,
That lifts its face and gives a song to sing;
With voice from woods that wakes and brings the light,
From the failing shadows rising dawn will bring.
A torn heart knows almost if love is true,
And if something from there's breaching or lost;
The dreams gone far away into the blue,
Like sky stars in dim that have crisscrossed.
Autumn flowers to seed will go and die,
Bleach the colors to pale yellow and red;
Like hours obscure will rise again and fly,
So will true love be brought up from the dead.
Vagrant passages hidden by the darkness,
To life convert again - aroma first fresh.

#3

Forest of my heart are the flowers spring,
From the seeds of love and pure ashen;
Like a bird of wildness he comes to sing,
All the songs he knows of true compassion.
Covered by the clouds and dreams far away,
From the forest of the evening in blue gown;
When the twilight comes and dance from the day,
And through the night of stars until new dawn.
Waking in the hours with above glow stars,
Tinkling their light from the distance beyond;
All the feelings from the inside that are ours,
Nowhere from the outside rise to respond.
Everything is within from true love to give,
Find out the ways to go much further and live.

#2

Remember the way of the heart and air,
Rain must fall to keep the aromas going;
Time is of stream and the feelings to care,
Both together like the water glowing.
Love is the gifts from earth to your giving,
Seeds to grow high and then flower again;
Every true way worth of your own living,
Nothing from there is sown then in a vain.
Bouquets to be picked up loved more to trust,
Everything to hold on flowers of gold;
Feelings of ways that must return to dust,
Nothing of earth you can keep on or hold.
Water flowing - never for long it'll wait,
Give drops of it's river - more to create.

#1

Love so sweet of summer gone to yesterday,
The passion of air in the deep fragrance;
Sorrow and rage not there to give or say,
Only the true heart that forever abundance!
Quickly over each the tender fires are,
Pointed the way to the love in your soul;
Daybreak in the morning or some cloud afar,
All which is love you can't reach or have control.
Because the day again goes to dark night,
And everything gives something that's of worth;
Declare itself through thorns and heart full of insight,
Slashing around its love from seed to birth.
Conquer each truth from the feelings that hide,
The routs and the maps come through the inside.