I would rather live in the shadow of us,
than live in the daylight without you.

Has anyone ever thought about it?
Maybe; maybe not ...
When will such a thing happen?
Did someone imagine?
The stormy petrel had become a peerless lighthouse
tried to resuscitate the distant stars, dead diamonds
Hours inhale seconds, minutes, moments; exhale orange, metallic, lilac, emerald, carmine and cerulean memories
The antique road, the vintage vehicle disappeared ...
The dusty photos are lost
albeit that album is not empty  ...
Each morning radiates with a radiant beginning
To smell sweet scent it's refreshing
Every day gives new news
Doubtless waiting is endless  ... endless  ...endless ...endless  ...endless .........
Nothing happens out of nowhere
Do not contemn one another
Wait patiently for the future



The flowery nature welcomes the full moon, the vernal equinox
A bunch of raspberries, the daisies ,the snapdragons , the heliotropes are lookers-on
The honey bees buzz softly, the queen bee soars swiftly into the air like a slender sylph
The vibrant views brighten up and beautify the panorama
The real beauty is like a classical drama
Even so, many thingies are blurry and blunt
The pensive, inveterate poet flinched in an unspoken fear
Something hurts, pains the fragile heart

Notes written in
the clavicle of the soul /
unknown to most,
spoken softly over a sunset.
Scattered across
the city /
these words
murmur the truth /
the lilac confession
of kisses. . .
how can I say it?

i am just as fearful /
a ***** staring
up at the barrel of a gun /
eyes wide, tail tucked
if I tell you,
would you run?

words spill /
like the water running
down this stream.
oh, what bright eyes /
you have!
you’re a fox like me.

more than fearful /
gaze averted,
aloof alliteration.
i nuzzle you /
kiss you lilac /
a curious fondness
of these/three words.
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sunrise, all soft /
like a curtain of sorbet.
watching your ears
perk up,
i notice how far
the fence is.
wait! you’re over there /
you nod and look my way.

just jump over,
I suggest.
A thought /
autumn in your heart /
you write your own
lilac confession
and slip through,
curling up next to me.

next to me /
i sense your fear
like the hunter
stalking in the dark /
I must confess,
we are one in the same / and
I will hold your heart gently.

we’re safe here.
the hunter has passed /
reading these words in the
maroon and ember of fall /
to each other.

Upon her soft hands
A butterfly, violet wings
Time flutters upon

For once
         I am
               truly
Standing
         on the
               sands of time
In the shadows that
        come casting down
                Where Joseph's ,
                 Jacob's and Moses's memory is bound

The air is
            warm
                as humidity allows
           buried in salt
              and sand the bones are endowed

Dare to breathe
           the eternal breath
                cast down
in perpetual death

Walk as one
         in cryptic thought
The allusional truths
         the secrets sought

One is moved
         by the power
               and awe
The things I considered
         from
                all that I saw

maybe if i write about you enough
spread proofs of our love on the internet

let strangers know how we used to dance
the gods from the satellite will bring us closer

maybe they are playing games with us
shooting our waves south to north

the earth is round
we will find each other again

it’ll be a Thursday
and the moon will be shining

when we do meet,
you’ll look like me — maybe older.
your firm hand will hold mine
and i disappear in you.

‘ well things are looking up‘, says the bear,



‘now maybe they will believe in me,

like you do’



yes. yet.



i can see and hear you.