Monday, 10 September 2012


I'm waiting eagerly, on the edge of dry river,
daylight is gone, wrapped in silence, 
the darkness approaching 
toward the silvan 
path, in a 
while, the emotional fireflies will wake up -
from the hibernation, again the
celestial convention will be
illuminated, on the
trail, again 
moonlight will talk with the shadow of trees, 
probably life will get the source of 
extinct stream, the blue 
dreams to be alter
into the colors, 
are you 
somewhere, nearby to the wet conscience,  

painting by Harry Brioche 1