wake by tender knocks

    Wake by tender knocks, I open to a new life sitting on the porch.

A kiss on the cheek, then; bye, on to kiss more.

A sun full of java rouse my soul while that deep aroma charged my dreams

with all kinds of hopes; its warm like playful squirrels thru my veins runs.

The stream babble something, as the so ever uninterrupted coach moves on,

suddenly a kiss on the cheek makes me smile, then; bye, on to kiss more.

The chair rocks as in tune with the waving tree to those leaves that board the coach.

my hands bare as whole I feel;

with love in my heart leaving no slag behind will, myself fill with every whew

 in the Camino.

Another sip of sun; "don't look back, keep on" clearly now roars a babble not anymore,

 "I won't... no I won't" I hear me say ".

"I will keep on" echoes high and low, once more I felt that kiss from those selfless winds

dancing to the birds songs, then; bye, on to kiss more.

Today wake by tender knocks, I open to a new life sitting on my porch.