The road to the East (just an illusion)

Wipawon Siri (Thailande)

Poem that I dedicate to .. my great and dear friend ...Wipawon Siri!

 At the end of the road, the stars sleep

 Only the wind stirs.
 At the end of the road, waiting for a smile Regards
 Embellished with light.
 The eyes of a woman, maddened by the landscape covered
 Dark clouds
 The eyes of a woman waiting for a smile from somewhere, Fits in a vacuum.
 The pink petals scattered over the ground,
 The rod liberty dies ...
 Heart, thinking point tomorrow
 Dream to sleep on the hand of the sun.
 In the arms of the one who comes ... so far.
 Yesterday, invents a future, knowing
 He can not change his way
 Yesterday, with sadness creeps
 Into the well of time, without any terminal.
 Sheet vibrates already cold body
 Of the tree, the sky waiting for me, she thought.
 Branch without tickling the leaves,
 Head up the sun dream she expects.
 I, the son of the sun and wind,
 On the way, with open arms, I'm going down the
 Home ... wait for me ...
 Offers the dream of your soul, your heart,
 The look in your eyes and the road to the East.

 K.H