In the fog of fleeting moments,
I see you grasping at shadows...

I write,
fill my days with verses...

your melodic words
circle my heart...

autumn gust—
one by one...

To the park, I saunter,
on a crisp autumn dawn...

First rain...
Ink bleeding through the cracks of sky...

Here, in the Downpour—
Foreign streets...

tonight
bring me the sky...

your eyes
remind me of the ocean...

twilight fades
into the cavernous wind-kissed sky...

First rain, first look, first time my name
became softer in your mouth...