Of acoustic sunsets
And quiet nights.
Of the wintery sun
And the guiding starlight.

Of the communicative silence,
And redundant words.
Of the inborn poetry
In ruins and love.

Of the serene sea,
And wailing moon.
Of the sorrowful storms,
And smirking chaos.


Of the blank pages
And the blue-inked heart.
Of the ever flowing poetry
Rejected by my stuttering tongue.

Of the submissive heart,
And a resilient brain.
Of the flighty melancholia
And staying farewells.

Of the paradoxical life,
Run by both, fate and free will.
Of the endless possibilities,
But not a single on of them for you and me.