The rains stopped
I gazed at the world outside
It's a mess
I dropped my pen
I crumpled my paper
And crumpled another one
For there are no poems to write now
There are no words to feed on
- a poet's dilemma

The rain stopped
And the cynical people swiftly scattered
Out from their temporary shelters they cam
Longing for home
Longing for sleep

Montage of our memories
Here and there
All the sweetness
All the bitterness
Gave birth to a kaleidoscope
Is this the beauty of art?
The clash between tears and laughter?

Look at me
And tell me
The words "I love you" with sensitivity

Look at me
And tell me
That you thirst for my intimacy

Look at me
And tell me
That I am your world and it will forever be

And when fate visits us with a surprise
Changing the atmosphere of the skies
I hope you will look at me
I hope you will tell me
That I, and no else, will complete you eternally

I lost you, Sam
I held you dear, Sam
Close to my heart
But you broke
Just like the others, you broke
You broke as he lost his own John
You broke as she held dear her own Anne
Look at me, Sam
Hear my lament for you
Why are you in despair
Stand up, Sam
Just like the few others, you can rise
You can rise like you were never broken

You, Oh Ocean, who makes love with the orange sky at dusk
With confidence you glisten, harboring smiles - a glorious mask
Yet you drowned thousands of dreams in the storms
You swallowed brave sailors in many forms