The time when wheels rush.
In green walls and felt the blush.
All is in harmony,
When words feel and see.
The looks and tremble,
Sitting next to your table.
We were there for hours.
Whereas, the scent of strangers,
Scream not to fall,
For falling is to feel small.

I was there singing.
Winking, eating, and breathing,
And hey, that was you,
In a crowded room yet felt few,
Who I look up to.
I'm glancing for one or two.
All of a sudden,
The pieces wanted to mend,
Wanted to be one,
Just like the moon and the sun.

Indeed, everything—
With the colors for dreaming,
Blinking 3:00 AM,
Is turning into a gem.
As well as the night...
Hustle and bustle's daylight,
The lights and the wind,
Are hand in hand as it seems,
Writing and praying,
Just for us to meet again.


HARMONY  II

Thank God our nights collided
In the fascinating night winds of June 28.
The light bulbs of Sigh
and the porch have never...