One Winter Evening at Jackson Hole, USA
One dark night
At the ocean
When the wave rhythmically moves
Seducing the wind
To choreograph a dance
Bestowed upon those
Who have lost their love
In the wilderness
Of own creation
Maybe upon those
Who have lost pieces of their broken hearts
On an unknown land
Where imagination lives
And upon those
Who have anchored their hearts
At the bottom of the sea
Where dream ends
Wannabe Zen 