Tell me, what do you wonder about?
Is it the way the Sun sneaks up
in the wee hours of the morning
and lights up the horizon?
twaiku #3 — || faraway fantasies ||
You are the gentle cradle I yearn for
but will never know the feel of,
just like his arms.
— conversations with a crescent moon
Originally published at www.apenandtwocents.com on January 4, 2017.
|| The Drifter ||
A drifter my soul is now,
without any roots.
Devouring islands of newness
and novelty for survival.
In my dreams, I float
through broken pieces
of a mirror, each a
different shade of transience.