For A While

Under the road to the altar
mingled by thousands sighs
resting glares shading
murmurs of the past

 A winding road
 briny world
 immaculate fiends
 waiting in vain
 the moot ambush

 Rilling and jettisoning
 against all odds
 fierce look of the horizon
 mating with the sob
 to become me
 again and again

As the daisies were gathered

As the daisies were gathered
around the fountain of whispers
longing to the dewy days
where love was easy
to come by
moans were so breezy
the soul's going so crazy
trying to catch the moondance

Pretending to be a storm
to cover the glow with haze
the map to unseen mazes
where the heart longs to be
a halo longs to its shadow
hearts to their murmurs

Mesmerized by the light
so frail to fight
just like a fading might
when it goes out of sight

As the daisies were gathered
to bloom and blossom
into the friends color
they might calm
an ocean jettisoned
by its own waves

As the daisies were gathered
into the unborn dawn
gone missing
along with the swan feather

As the daisies were gathered
into oblivion
into another gathering
that never took place
to mourn passers by
undecided to go or stay
just like the season's mist
when it goes awry

Burning desires

doors to the dawn
elaborate plans
enjoy the mystic
of being a sigh
in a dream
in a joy of love
close your eyes
hear heart cries
feel the soul sighs
longing to its highs
into your eyes
pretend no otherwise
don't have alibis
not even whys
meet me halfway
under the bridge
sanctuary in a dew
meeting a flower
blooming in the wind
under the stars
of burning desires

In the air floating

in the air floating
tranced by some cyclone
throve of a march
without a baton
in search of a prone
just like a drone
stingless and dull
yet sinking in awe
just like a leaf
brinking away
like a feather dancing
in its own world
having its own rhythm
within its own soul
so evasive to capture
so real in its quietness

Awash to the shore land

Awash tidings
bringing desires
behind moans
of smiling stars
and dancing moons


Perfect world of
smooth shells
marking time
toward the land

A journey to sand
of thousand whispers
hearts to mend
souls to blend
through mazes
and different phases

To remember
why we became
alive through a hope
there is a mirror
in the inner side
of each other's mind

echoes gone

choosing echoes
bringing up the sudden halo
abound and riposte
reap and awry
funny and decaying
plentiful and bashful
the world ashen
as if there is a rub
as if there is a meaning

absent are my own exaltation
ask for the will
stand still
see how it feel
with this deal
awry bitter seal

Home Bound

Where is home ?
where is the smile ?
ushering the warmth

Where is the heart ?
where is the beat
the glorious seat
above the world standing
tall and immaculate

Where is the broom ?
destination insanity land
or under the rug ?

Where is the gloom ?
when in need to face it
once for all
trance or another stall
just copiously messy
silently roaring
where is the ilk
of my flickering mind

Trying to wrap my sound
my mound and wound
I no longer want to hear my own whispers

Clutched Fist

Faithful to a land
dismissed like a sand
from a clutched fist
Wish to understand
how stretched could a hand
to slip away like a thin
tasteless mocking dust
Through the mist
into the eyes
of a muse on a horizon