I've been driven from the land where I stand.
Encircling the clouds that don't know where to move.
You hide from the saddle of the sun's anchor.
Humming stories about flavors in a closed pot of body.
Am I the only one groping the dim street?
Can your light only illuminate darkness
I have written about the deck crashing into the rock.
I have sung the tune of longing over
the windows of my soul spurred.
Laying down has a cracked silence. Aiming at the sparkling silver-blue
waves.
Across the universe of space
across time, While I understand
where my veins are throbbing and empty.
It was so cold and frozen
that I was blown silent,
while you stood
greeting my cloudy sky in the rain.
© Simrans