dreams long lost
swirl around me

in the shade of Arjuna
winds sing a lullaby.

they never die
bide their time
in the cave of eye
neath layer of rhyme

don't the rustles fall silent
yet canopy of new leaves
grow above

crave the same firmament
and away from old griefs
seek new love?

in the winds' murmur
i would never touch them
the seemingly lost dreams

but quietly in the hopes' harbor
rekindle their flickering flame

and let flow in endless streams.

I wish you read
These poems I wrote.

I wish you felt
the way I felt,

Thought
the same things I thought

I wish.

i should have held you just a little bit closer.*
-k.v.

Children imitating cormorants
are even more wonderful
than cormorants.