Emptiness is rising,
fresh scent of loneliness...

What we have...
is the tenderness of a snowflake...

Memories
Mock each day and night...

As silent wind sleeps
war drums beat from a distance...

Missing from my sight
the only one who can see through...

A
month of...

Sweet little moon baby
at long last...

Maiden of the night a breath taking splendor
Outshines million of stars that blanket the sky...

Closed eyes and sealed mouths
numbed by the pregnant moonlight...

How was it...
Across the vast seas...

Memories, fixed upon the wall bloom
Obstinate pain...twirls like a tornado...

Mother is what she has always been to me
Over the years showing and teaching many a thing...