Too many roads I have to cross
And too much pain I have to bear
Too many seas I have to sail
Now there’s one mask I have to wear.

Sing me a song that lifts me up
Paint a picture that speaks up, too
Tell me the word that’s not too sharp
I only want the  best from you.

Give me a flow’r with gentle scent
Save the petals to gain my strength…

Here I am again, my dear
Reading our past conversations
Oh, it seems only yesterday
Where we don't have limitations

I wish you can feel me
How I want to cry when doing this
How I  deeply miss you
How I long for your kiss

We have a great story
The best story ever told
How I am thankful having you
A man with a heart of gold.

Shall I hate the  time for not being kind?
Shall I get mad of it for confusing my mind?
Or shall I look pass of it like a serious blind
Even when today I am left behind?

Shall I hate the raindrops  for being cold
When they always think of me being bold?
When I want to touch and long to hold?
This feeling of mine seems uncontrolled.

Shall I hate the space between us, dear
All the feeling's faint and nothing's clear?
Shall I tell you more about my fear
What's hurting me, sharp as a spear?

Shall I hate the world for being failed
When pain's the only thing that prevailed?
Shall I hate this life like someone jailed
When it's too much late the truth is unveiled?

The mist swirls around us
thickening deep.

wrapped shadows lost in thought
drink one after another earthenpot
dream on imagined wings
puff unseen smokerings
pierce the fox-dark night
in tobacco spark light
voice in stupored half sleep
debt and hardship
despite clayburnt toil
on the redrock soil
the treacherous seed
growing never to need.

The night looms wearily old
when the last man walks away.

My tea tastes bitter bottom cold.

this is a poem
about another poem
that touched me in ways
i may never know
it's hard to explain
how this could be so
the moment i read
this other poem
it talked of its sorrows
it talked of its joys
it set down in words
that which i've never known
it brought to the surface
mysteries it needed to show
this other poem
i think reached its goal
as it moved through the rhythm
rolled through the rhyme
took me to places
in other times
made me look inward
enlightened the mind
this other poem
i read at one time