The moon renounced to dawn and vanish its waning shine.
She conceded one fray to lose, to win another gasp of time.
Reflection seen on the streams of swirling pools,
There a shadow was hidden behind the twigs of wood keens.
Moon played the strings mellow yet deceiving
As jackals’ lingered for a big gorge at herald’s wave.
Pool within pool, snare within snare, a quick mud
Beyond the desire touch, Venus fly trap sneaks on ground.
perhaps good quality of well being
is not her grounds to step-in
ever since she turned to a butterfly
strength of mind is at war
to survive the shocks of quake
taking most while soaring in
sparkling dusky rubicund
animation - sails
4th of November,2009