Silver ribbon 19. 10. 2013

Silver ribbon sparkling on the glade
Waiting for the forest folk to appear.
Soothing whisper of the windy bade
With the air fresh and clear.

Sparkling circles of the leaves
That hover from one branch to another.
Ethereal are all the beliefs
Of those dancing rather.

Unseen are the faces
Of myth and tails – gone!
Concealed are all the traces
Of those living on the run…

Silver path without destination,
The one you always follow.
Perhaps in autumnal frustration
You think that forest hollow…

But emptiness is yet the only essence
Of what’s around in the world.
Forget untruthful lessons
Of liars with their souls sold…

For truth is there to unfold
And life is still untold!

That tiny silver ribbon,
Like a straw for all the strayed!
For all desiring the free-born,
Ideas of the past portrayed!

For their hope they prayed!
Still angels proved – delayed…

Before your eyes are silver lights.
That ribbon is the outline of your imagination!
Born in the shadow of the endless nights
Due to the lack of information!

Oh, such a funny correlation!
No need for further confirmation…

17:13   19.10.2013