I do recall your vibrant eyes
And how you framed your lips...

unravel stigmas
by acknowledging feelings...

The merriment of summer has at last
Bequeathed its final spell upon my eyes...

my oars split the surface,
bequeathing brevity...

Will words of comfort comfort you
When I am summoned home...

I never chased the city lights -
I dreamt of woods and shade...

how comely were
your naked breasts...

Oh, little house, where once I grew,
You hide behind the green...

I sleep beneath the untamed vines,
On mossy earth and fleshy leaves...

I waited for you
where the sun meets the sea...

With logs and sticks we built our walls
And patched the roof with straw and moss...

fooled into thinking
I could frame them forever...