Silver curtains of moonlight,
Undulating slowly over glowing hillsides...
First strike of lightning, first boom of thunder
All this goes on and I still wonder...
The painted flower on the vase
perched on the ledge said...
Like a little sparrow
lost in the rain...
a chain of incomplete
inconsistencies...
my oars split the surface,
bequeathing brevity...
Look
how inflated I am...
Everything is packaged in the prison of time
until it grows soul...
Why should I write a sonnet just for you?
When Hockey players will be on TV...
On nights like this it's not that
I can't sleep...
The hands of time are
the drumsticks that beat on the...
We were effervescent and young
before stagnancy took over...