I love you

I kneel down: I look at the earth,
the grass,
insects,
little stems blooming with blues.
You are like the spring earth, my love,
I'm looking at you.
I lie on my back: I see the sky,
the branches of a tree,
storks on the wing,
a waking dream.

Caged Bird

A free bird leaps

 on the back of the wind   

 and floats downstream   

 till the current ends

 and dips his wing

 in the orange sun rays

 and dares to claim the sky.

 But a bird that stalks

 down his narrow cage

 can seldom see through

 his bars of rage

 his wings are clipped and   

 his feet are tied

 so he opens his throat to sing.