My shadow the only shade;
I run home to open windows.
A crow laughs over seven lanes
And flies seven streets,
A hand through my hair!- it’s just breeze.
The airs cool when the lane dips,
And soft rain drips glass buttons.
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Tag: Poetry
Spiral of Alchemists
You within me braiding my blood
Don’t kill sleeping thoughts
Until you can carry their universe;
The soul of fire, the fire of soul in you-
Programming the programmers.
Fire cloud
Forests,like clouds,
Are very slow fireworks;
The densest part of a dream
Is when there’s nothing left to feel.
Cosmos
What separates
The two of us
Starry night
Insect life
Lady Bug
Holds fast a leaf,
Surfs the wind.
Tree watching
Apple of my eye,
Fall down for me,
I know gravity,
Human weather
On cold, windy, stormy nights,
Windows thump, rattle and beat,
The rain so quickly passed,
Like thuds of a human hearts.
Perspective
A few steps back
The mountain
Ain’t so big
Candle
A soft night where the candle lashes at the ceiling
breaking and making, a hundred veils.
With the quiet flame mirroring every rising step
and every fall, and fleeing razor breeze
a melting darkness and shrinking quiet.
The woman far away
Crimson clouds behind the walls,
Roosting near a crow caws.
Here she weaves her brocade;
The river girl seemed to fade.
Made of gray yarn like the rain
In the lonely room insane.
