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 crevasses,unseen,underneath.


Like the musings of an unheard singer
let me sing it,a music
for which octaves are not enough
to sanction my existence.


Like that song,unsung in epochs
devoid of ringing in my frozen mind,
come again this way,
paved by the flowers bloomed in my heart.

Like the fading solstice,
in a half moon day,
complete my better half
in the meadows haunted by our footprints.

Like a devotee dying for his deity
let me worship you,
perishing in the cherishing embrace
of my godess.


Like me,a lover,characters will live
in poetry deciphered in ballads,
madrigals read by you,
written only for you