He is a poet
A poet much misunderstood
Or not understood at all
...
May I seek
Your permission
To build my castle
Of fantasies
...
When inside the heart
It's made to feel empty
After the merciless
Leave taking
...
An abstract evening
Lungs drew in
The smell of dusk:
Vehicular exhaust
...
What binds
You to me,
I asked
Tears, you replied
...
We peek through the wall
Nearness, so far away
Dismayed orchard
...
On a Sunday evening
An idle corner
Filled by you and me
Tears happen for no reason
...
What connects
You to me,
I asked
Smile, you replied
...
Drenched in rain
You came knocking
At my closed door
I saw your face
...