Country road

recalling a time that's almost heaven

Country road
weaving loads
of colorful dreams
walking
along with me
dewdrops in the wheat fields
open their crystal eyes
illuminating the naivete
in hearts of ours
mooing of old cows
and sound of insects
caressing eardrums of ours

walking on

facing the sun

running toward the bund
channel by the temple
flows with the call of the soul
call of a different kind of childhood
the time when
huge bright laughter
reflected on the field of barley
gusts of autumn winds
sesame blowing their trumpet
around citadel of green
can do nothing to mask the enchantment
of the passion of ours
at the time i was
crapulent
lying there

holding her

and her fragrance

snug in my arms.