The Naive

The cold terrain and the lost roads,

Married in the colours of horizon,

Winded in the memories bound in the calmness,

Soaring up and above from the patterns and routines,

Breathing in the freshness of novelty and peace,

Drops falling from the sky of warmth and love,

Green bracing  the barren wrinkles of time that went past,

Away from the plans and flaws of crude hearts,

The blue now was dripping in the joy of the present,

 Waving and floating along in the moment,

Dissolving into the oblivion beyond perceptions,

Silence now has subdued meaning of solace and calmness,

Desperation dispersed in the light of  adore,

The life that had lost meaning in the chaos,

Now was confined in the valley of sublime truth...