A fine Sunday morning
Royal poincianas in bloom
Earl Grey on a bistro table
My heart sang a dirge
Flashes of a time gone by

Night.
Ceaseless, melancholy.
Haunting, unnerving, tormenting
One by one, bled old wounds.
Memories.

abstract skies
of red orange & grey
morning dew
are happy teardrops
on a poet’s jasmine
a gentle sea breeze
gathering, dispersing
sweet  fragrances,
fairy terns everywhere
elated in their happy tunes
in the distance
a rooster’s
commanding voice,
all around,
beauty synchronized
in perfect harmony
on a colossal screen
last day of forever
is here
with a sarcastic
splendor

Watching
the sun go down
a murky horizon,
I thought,
how sad a thing
farewell is.
How hard it is
to breathe
pressed under
time’s thumb.
Even sadder
is the goodbye
left unspoken.
You sit there
frozen,
like a monument
watching. Helpless.
Your world,
twilight consumes.
Your elixir,
that was love,
is now your poison.