The green bottle on the beach
is full of delusions
Multicolored soul is wrongly labeled
and is trapped in vertigo
White foams pamper the driftwood
Your airplane is flying toward the twilight
The green bottle on the beach
is full of delusions
Multicolored soul is wrongly labeled
and is trapped in vertigo
White foams pamper the driftwood
Your airplane is flying toward the twilight
The dazzling impulse
shatters me
without you
Love touches emptiness like
an invisible canopy
unwraps the moon
Silence is heard
Night is untitled
Middle of nowhere
Away, faraway, from the candle-lit window
Zigzagged yet unswayed
Each step I choose
My soul craves gentle arrest.
My muse, where are you?
Still engaged?
Drown in time-lapse illusions
my lips choose to be motionless
my heart goes numb
my feet anchor in the unlit harbor
The crescent moon
releases elixir of cadence
as pieces of stars are falling down
to my palm
Introspective raindrops in May
shelter the choices
I have made
Reflective windows in gray
sketch the voices
I have tied
Projective moonlight at bay
shape the face
I have loved
aimlessly framed still life
black cat, yellow rose, blue apple
painted by someone,
someone I still care
time slides along submerged years
same kiss
same iris
same abyss
same sky
same sigh
same lie
a different me
Red rose
self-expressive fragrance
yearns for
encounter.
Wind chimes
swing, sing
prelude to May.