Breeze,
the cool bed-sheet of white dreams...

There was always me loving you
no past, no future...

You the killer of my father.
You the pain...

The penumbra of Illumination.
The echo of birds’ footsteps in silence...

What a night it was!
Such an atrocious human-being...

I am here
pink rose in presents...

I emerge from you...
just longing to be submerged.................I...

If I were tears
I would paint rainbow...

From the bottles of the forworn memories
that on the counter I amass...

All the night
sea...

I brimmed mine with wine
but only your empty glass...

An straight arrow
the strength and reach of my aims...