Southern Routes

Plain fields 

yellow flowers in spring

southern swamps

morning sky full of stars,

I see darkness at sunrise;

deceitful lies,

dairy cows.

working men's eyes,

silent cry

artisan's lullabies.

Hue of hopes
born at noon

painted with warmth 

an unspirited and cold

fish from a different pond.

Inspired by dusk

realizations roams freely 

in the shades of my heart

patient to my arrogance

to step outside

- face life for once

let me become,

accept who I am.