who has...

" dont hold back "

magician spy
cries the wild life
bye and bye
he came to live
but first he fell
and once again
he found to give
a believing heart
in the living art
" of mystery "
a meaning
of antiquities
the day of night
it was quiet...
quite as bright
as the slight
of a light hand
a bit much yet
not such
to understand
" love "

it has
a real meaning

it's true

what's slight
is the light in my hand
appearing amid
moonlit sands
as silver glistens
heart listens
and the soul is the
'who' to understand...

falling down
from the heaven
was a man
and crawling up
from a hell
was the woman

" I'm behind you..."
as he turned
to make a stand

the impossible

feet bare wet
from weary
over land
to say

" it's true"