Under the window
of an unknown beloved
a mandolin serenades.
Lover and beloved are vailed
there are no triviality between the true lover
no time, space, not even the alluring
outer beauty.
Love serenades just
under the window of
a faceless beloved.
We enter this world
to adjust our definite position of love making.
We surf, we drown and we appear like the particles
that constantly thrusting one another in order to merge again as one,
as substances
that learn and born in new internality every day.
Love serenades still
there under the wiping willow of
an endless soulmate.
