Once..
long ago
a promise was made
a promise could not be kept
...
In the park
an old man and an old woman
sit away from each other
...
You have to become
the candle
to bring light
why wait for the sunrise
...
A gentle beam,
from the weary eyes,
pierced into the dark valley,
unfolding its radiant wings,
...
The soft gentle rays
alight in a row,
through the darkness
with warmth and glow,
...
The bud opens its soft petals
to greet the humming bee
and then they whisper
behind the rosewood tree
...
In the wilderness
walking alone
on your trail
imbibing the fragrance
...
A sparrow
from somewhere
flew in my window
soaked and bewildered
...
There was a time
when they would sway
with elegance and pride
the flowers of May
...