Across the window
After crossing the parking lane
And the blue water swimming pool
Around the green trees lays the raised glory of earth
Mountain.
Close to where horzion is laying
Close to where clouds are forming
Close to where breeze is blowing
Close to where sun is warming
And beyond those
Misting mountains
Turbulent seas
Deep hights
Dark Nights
Thoughts of past
Troubles of present
Hopes of Future
And Pristine beauty of ages
Sleeps.
I sit and think of those moments.....
Sitting at stairs
Looking towards the meadow
With the fountain flowing around
Morning is reaching
Great are those...
who will come now...
from left
from right
from east
and from west
and all the directions
To attend the classes
sometimes to go to nescafe
sometimes to go to chatter at winty
sometimes to the reading room
sometimes to library
sometimes to party
sometimes to rock
sometimes to d&d
sometimes to play
sometimes to edlc
sometimes to quizzin
sometimes to rendezvous
sometimes to tryst
sometimes to biohoriozon
sometimes to chemcon
And then they will go
sometimes to glory
sometimes to history
sometimes to future
And they will remain
close...
close to me
They are my friends!!!