Daylight creeps across the leaves
and branches bent by autumn wind;
a pale echo of a world bereft.
Wake! while your spirit sings
still of beauties down distant paths
dressed in twilight, full of stars.
Like memories present
amidst dreams that ne'er fade,
like mist on rainy morns, but creep
like ghosts, like ghosts.

I wish to be
one who sails the wind.
I wish to be
one who gets lost in the clouds.
because even though lost,
up there, I won't panic at all.

If you can run away,
why are you still here?

The iris waves sailed me to safety and comfort
Smooth, sediment, intimate, beautiful.

But shortly the sea rocked from disturbing inhabitants
Inconsistent, dismantling, infidel, treason.


And I was crashed to shore.

Lingering.

He could not hear
and she could not speak.
Through pain they realized
that all that matters is to feel.

When minds constrict
And inspirations lost,
The canvas blank
And hands seem idle,
Though thoughts seem gone
Do not secede the struggle.
The next gleaming rainbow will form
And the drop of dew that clings to a blade of grass will be born.

Twilight.
Neither day nor night.
A welcome; a goodbye.
A bridge.

It’s the appetizer before the meal--
a clue of what's to come.
Like when you were a kid
and shook your wrapped present
to guess what was inside.

It's the beauty before the allure.