Magnificent L,
Hope you are doing well
These luminous days
Under late spring’s spell

I remember that right
Our prune parting night
How excited you spoke
And I wisted despite

Now I’ve got something more
And in fact it’s galore
All my wishes and thoughts
I can spell till I’m sore

When this letter’d be sent
To acacias’ land
Here would be rains
Never reaching the end

Take no worry of me
Though I can’t but agree
That it’s not much of good
To be up till three

I would like just to say
While I’m fudded by May
Keep my heart safe and sound
Till the end of the day

Every now and then
Come to visit my den
Take care, love you loads
Your faithful N

I leave no trace in people’s hearts

Instead, I gently circumflex
             and disappear completely  

I leave no trace in anything

No craft was ever held so tight
that it could let offspring

I leave no trace

As if a breeze has blown
no stronger than grass moved

Evening’s sultry skyline forge
Neglecting imminence of graphite gown
Devoured brass and copper ores
Exhaling candent ingots onto downtown
And when the density of gloom let out
Vapors and blues like midnight hour hunters
Onward it led me through hasteless walkabout,
Reflected and shone on in city lanterns

By your hands, goddess, worlds unfold
Titanic scale whilst I’m a grain
You built up castles made of gold
For those who taught you how to tame

I would have never thought the same
Why say this world is small for us?
It is no one but you to blame
It is a lie to live by thus

Who will now hold this awry mass?
There is no time for this no more
Just promise when you’ll stop to pass -
Leave me a letter neath the door

And hide between the lines an aught
That won’t let blinded psyche rot

Lighthouse watcher
And stargazer
Share common lust
For distant wander

One place at time
For flesh and soul
Split one another
In dimensions

If their souls once get together
Will they still search for faraway?

When heavy mists decided to retreat
And undertows turned down their graze
The hoary ocean accepted his defeat
And distant shore ahead arose ablaze

How many nights have seen the face
Of loud joys and silent wonders
Coimbra! What a lovely place
Your songs kept captive spanless numbers

And even more fell in a slumber
Under her lulling velvet tunes
Her poems spurt with blood of umber
But then it’s you who’s left with wounds

Side note: consider it a crime
To put blanc feelings in a rhyme