I love this park, it's quiet and peaceful here,
The sun or rain... I do not care...
I one with any galaxy... I just disappear.
They said that world is bright... where?
And I feel the vibrations:
of free wind breath...
of the world's ocean...
of distant pulsars...
A long way back - too nervous and noisy,
Pedestrians or drivers... nobody cares...
A man - intelligent, but crowd - crazy.
People exist within their fears!
And I again feel the vibrations:
of others' problems...
of lost souls...
of distant hopes...
My abode - native, but so hateful,
All things are always in their place...
People have many, but they ungrateful.
I'm at a window... I can't see any face.
But I still feel the vibrations:
of my lonely heart...
of unfulfilled desires...
of my blind eyes...
Sincerely, Terry Craft.