Someday I will
ask questions standing...
I was my own
slave to walk on rose...
Walking my dog at dusk
basking together in our solitudes...
I let you go
to meet the panther...
Standing in dark storm,
not to turn back...
In deep silence
my words float in your eyes...
Less molecular
affinity exists in the breaths...
Barefoot in nature
I release all my tension...
After watching an honour
killing, moon slept...
Do you hear the
unheard voices of...
Moon winks.
I collect darkness...
Not the salt.
The water hurts...