I thought I knew
my place in the world...

I want to write about you
before I forget about you...

The prosody of your speech
And the melodies of your eyes...

Nightmares and whispers still come
and go, like Time, in such restless beauty...

'Excuse me,'
'Sorry...

Under a shadow
and the rooster’s crow...

I once imagined the tears in the world
break and shatter...

once, I heard
your laughter...

Just like the moon and sun
that paint over one another...

I see with eyes closed
imagined colours...

When I see time pass by
in your palm's wrinkled paths...

When we traced together
the dusty contours of memories...