With summer’s end, part of him died.
With what remains, he watches the fall.
As darkness and cold become the days -
He stays inside her for longer.
In the aftermath of warmth their passion creates.
The snow begins, falling silently, unlike rain.
The winter sky always claims the sun.
A heroic heart stops beating -
So ends a great adventure.
All but him will remember when he returns.

Our dreams, not all came true.
She holds my hand, to take me to the tower.
There she speaks a language of our own.
Seven lifetimes she’s been my wife -
Seven more anew.

Relations break up very silently
But give pains very loudly

I can hear the sounds
Not from my ears
Does heart has ears?
Which hears the sounds no one other can hear?
Some times people in my diary
Get alive and I see them
Moving working laughing talking
Looking to me
I cannot answer
Keep sitting and watching in statue mode