It was your weapon.
Nobody else would have given in...

Beyond the moon
spirit, I will wait for the...

Your roses drink the
sun in dewy dawn. I catch the...

The horses run like?
tiny dots, on horizon, to...

A fallout from your
waning smile, parades...

Today you are moon,
tomorrow Miranda...

For the memory of palms,
the pretence lives on...

Touching your
glacier lips with my poems...

Not thinking of you
in vacant mood...

Opening night's silk,
remembering you, under moon...

Poetry stares, unblinkingly,
in dilemma...

I will return you
to yourself in the twilight...