I do not deserve
to be in anyone's life...

May -- dressed in bluebells,
its soft green dress...

Along oceans and brush areas,
mountainsides, forests and grasslands...

Midway the slope
where two clandestine faults seem to collide...

Dusky and shadowy flowers
thrive in the twilight of shuttered lakes...

I am seeing this man lately
and it isn't even the 16th century...

I have forgotten about you lately,
forgotten how you smell on that afternoon...

Your tired eyes still glow.
They remind me of dandelions...

I hear your footsteps
on that song...

How would I write about you
when in every rain...

In the
orient seas...

Pan chased springtime dreams
as whimsical Lilacs cried...