A poem!

I am in Berlin right now (completely the most awesome city i have visited, well, big city, anyway). And i was just in Deia (also gorgeous and delightful!) and there is much to write, but it is late and i am tired. And so instead i will give you all a poem i just wrote, because i am, say, in that mood!

Also v.v.tired, i spent the whole day cycling around berlin with two delights, it was really very nice!

Ok - and now the poem!

id normally edit it a bit? But i just had a book stolen (in deia, bah! bah!) in which i had written another poem, and i am a little annoyed that i lost it. So here is a first draft, just for good safeskeeping, which we all know i lack, no?

The road winds through the forests of my heart,
The mountains of my history look down in
                stony
               silence.
The seas that keep my soul so constant seem
though they from time to time will storm and thrash
though they, from time to time will angrily lash
against my glittering rocks
to no avail
the rocks they still
                              are                            there.
Other roads will come and go,
They'll pass on by, or maybe grow
A special kinship with
my
own.
So pleasant
to drive
on a road merged fine,
Where bend and curve match fully, to the line.
the greatest pain is turning off,
running off,
jerking that
wheel


off
my yellow plated road.
Does that rush,
that craze,
that frenzied care
freedom from that gaze,
winning of those seas;
does that, that those merged roads give,
replant the trees felled
when those two lines depart?