Hair flowing in the buttressed wind,
we play with tattered, translucent shadows.
Transposed in light.
Sketched in charcoal.
Painted in watercolor.
Chiseled in clay.
Framed in beauty.
An insouciant sun.
A gentle zephyr cleansing the air.
Wildflowers that leisurely heal the soul.
Sculpted.
Carved.
Some of us etched in stone.
We are…
A Poem

gentle starry night
under the weeping willow
she smiles cheerfully
Deeper and deeper
The water has gone round and round…
From our fall
rainbows in the splash
to be so close
to the pain, to the fear
And stay in the calm of nowhere.
There are no words, no laughter, no resentment.
No place for indifference
or passion.
We, as guests,
Surely shall not be bored here;
How…
A Poem

when you realize
one gust of wind is enough
for life to go out