There was a sky near the feelybow of the city wearing the blue gown of my mother without any green hei-tiki or silvery anklet ; without any blanket, the sky was sleeping with the croons of crickets, on those hot summer days, I went for stargazing while standing on the stillness of that sky. Then a storm came and broke that sky shattered the lines of town's bow Then There was no sky There was no moon There was no moonbow There was no moonvines Suddenly I became an urchin I found myself near the horizon where only earth was crimping the cinders.
I died ; I died that day without tasting three haikus of winter and seven iliads of hot summer I failed to become the poetry of the sky but darling ! everyone becomes a poet.
In this crowd, Lonesome i am. Alas! apology to my heart, Failed to find a mate!
Beneath this smile, lies a cave, Inside which reside, thousands of sorrow. Someday, O joy! Knock my door too. I would welcome, You, with roses and yellow lights: With somber sky and milky night. In my lens, did you find, the colourless iris: the emptiness in retina? Cut my chambers, for they are all empty, Carries a tired beat and heavy sighs! My lips forget, to stretch now. For it had been long, to witness delight. This home, has no charm. All hues have faded, but dark.
This heart is in pieces, Shattered i am. Alas! apology to my heart, Failed to find the peace!