Like an unskilled sailor
in the get lanes of memory
waited for you,
only to bloom as a nocturnal infloroscence.


Like the paintings of an orphaned artist,
I will imbue the flowers and leaves,
write about you in the ears of birds,
a lyrics for waking up,the silent valleys


Like some river,unfilled
making a fortuitous Sally
ephemeral progress onto oblivion
rushing into...