Man can't sit in peace What do we get for it? The ignorance can only grow more Of them who are used to it. They don't catch butterflies and fireflies anymore—so they call the children psychos who love to play and aren't serious with studying vain literature. The stars can only show at night, so… Continue reading Cast of the Heavenly Garden.
Those twinsThey rode upon three stories High high in the sky. Where's my dreamsWhere is your end?
What's for friendship. A time for everything. Though, it couldn't tell I'd become a poet. What's for friendship? What, for a memoir? My darling returns; she gave me her flowers, in the cold winter of June. Every girl is fair, but it picked ten flowers, and hid one, for a beautiful discovery. How jealous, how… Continue reading Beauty Cottage.
Magical Twin. The boys thought she was different, but her mane was untouched: Oh what a beautiful girl they desired. Here beneath the oak she left a pot every time it rained. Something for a friend. “But visit early, lest I despair. Those days are all spent”. He said, as he went towards the golden… Continue reading Bewildered to love.
She showed me her wand. It's unlike a devil's torch. Where do you live? If it weren't a dream, I would never wake up.
Before dusk the wishers had appeared: They intended. They knew his vows to me, how many ways he loved me. Will I put his tears in a bottle? That would be too terrible for a princess. So there I kept my liveliest treasures…there I wished him goodbye. Oh immortal man, return before the fall.
How is my love? If he's princely, then did the shadow fall. The walls were painted in red, so sweet memories but one. Light a flair so I'd see further. Further than night.
As she returned, the sign took a turn; the lights changed. What a fair weather to meet her long beloved friend. “What's ladened my dear?” She asked and took his hand. “None, I smile a lot.” He replied. “Sometime for jesters?” Look near the night…the owls are awake. Off he went, but she took him… Continue reading Oak and friendship.
Come with meDarling, stay close, while I strum patterns for music. Oh, what is it you were hiding? Pick up some of the golden fruits and let's eat in silence. Give me your handsI'll lead you like a queen Don't question my birds where the witches
The day kept away the good, and the night hid the stars, for the lonely traveler. Courage and care..eternity and time. Burn incense to roses.Maybe for the souls. I'll keep the days he promised.My love rode in a golden chariotHe was headed for eternity. How can I think you hold him forever?
Poetic Diaries of Sylvester Van-Johnson 