Starzec of the earth
gnarled limbs stretch out in greeting...

I must have dozed in my chair
and was awakened abruptly...

An icicle melts
plip! plop! in afternoon sun...

The fire has died
to embers now...

Special was our love...Oh! how special
time spent together, precious was our time...

My Beautiful Lady,
I sleep perchance to dream once more...

Sacred utterings
philosophy in a chant...

Eyes glitter and glint
with their jewellery of tears...

In Kuwait
a sheep is slaughtered...

..they echo now,
all around the big chair...

Spicy aroma
my love and I making out...