The day morphs, takes its bow
twilight bleeds crimson...

No, I will not burn
this poem...

after I journey
life's melancholic ocean...

solitude, a magical realm
enveloped in tranquil hush...

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

autumn gust—
one by one...

your eyes
remind me of the ocean...

No more grey-edged yesterdays
brimming monotony...

words
loose-limbed...

your melodic words
circle my heart...

you come
with sudden rain...

where is the need to rake the fire?
the flames never wither...