words
loose-limbed...

No, I will not burn
this poem...

like metaphors
undeciphered...

I still see you
at the bend of yesterday...

you come
with sudden rain...

why do you ache
in heavy strokes of despair...

I want to
cut loose the moon...

somewhere deep under
there’s a poet in me...

what awaits the night
of my radiant dreams...

long rain cascades
morphs into a lyrical chant...

I surrender myself
to the ethereal dance and sway...

No more grey-edged yesterdays
brimming monotony...