No, I will not burn
this poem...

after I journey
life's melancholic ocean...

solitude, a magical realm
enveloped in tranquil hush...

I still see you
at the bend of yesterday...

autumn gust—
one by one...

your eyes
remind me of the ocean...

No more grey-edged yesterdays
brimming monotony...

words
loose-limbed...

your melodic words
circle my heart...

you come
with sudden rain...

where is the need to rake the fire?
the flames never wither...

this poem is an outburst
of unfettered emotions...