You are fire in the night.

A glittering sigh whispers across an indigo canvas, painting pinpricks of cool light along its way.
The stars shine coldly from their pockets in the sky.
But you.

You are fire in the night.

The moon-washed trees shiver beneath the cool gaze of the stars.
The stars. They are ice, they are snow, they are a biting winter wind.

But you.

You are fire in the night.

A ribbon of river dances off into the fading evening sun.
I am tiptoes in the day; in the day, I fall like water.
In the day, I want to stay; in the day, I do not falter.
But by darkness, I am dust.
I am flammable in the night.
Like the trees, I am moon-washed
         (in fact, I am moon-dusted)
and like the trees, I shiver beneath the cool gaze of the stars.
But you.

You are fire in the night.

You are fire in the night, and I
I

                I

                         combust

               as you approach.

A burning fuse is lit
the timed explosion
inevitable lovers
bursting all surrounding walls
this is where the unseen lives
moves and has its being
a burning fuse is lit
the timed explosion
inevitable love
the seeming coincidence of lovers.

Why did I cull corn just like all the
other chickens
At what point did I betray musical talent
for endless , repetitive nowhere living
To be eighteen again , 'tis a popular tune
sung by many
What caused me to write poetry for the first time
seven months ago , which fork in the avenue carried
me to everlasting love , why do I find great solace in being
alone
What force drives me to trouble my fellow writers
at this late hour with the roads I've chosen

Distance is only a measurement
eyes that look through spaces
a point in time inherited history
something someone once told you
we jigsaw fit to make the whole
reach out and touch, everything
all at once our own horizons
sharing the reality of existence
living before and after all full stops.

Death walked down
the
      stairs
               of
                   heaven.......

He said words to all that passed
remember
                  me
                        I
                          will see you again soon old friends....

That day turned out to be the most beautiful day for her to cherish...
Her pale face had finally got a reason to smile..
Swinging with amusement in her semi stitched rags..
She was utterly colored with the rainbow for a while..

The pocket she had, could feel the coins jingling..
*It was like the first shower of rain falling on the land of her heart..
Finally, She could answer her 'a week old' hunger..
Someone pitied her poor hands and gave her life a short lived start..