Romance Me, among the Flowers
and confess, your Love for Me.
Nature will stand as a Witness,
for a Love that's deeper than the Sea.
Hold Me with your Fragrance,
as I sway U with the Breeze.
Our Passions must keep pouring,
As We nestle among the Trees.
Lead Me to all your Hidden Secrets.
I promise they will be Dear to Me.
When U draw yourself a bit Closer.
Your feelings must pour over Me.
Your Heart must beat a Rhythm,
that will narrate all your Pain.
The Pain will surely Disappear,
When I Kiss U in the pouring Rain.

If only it were
like a strand of your hair,
like a glimpse of you
in your mirror!

Just like a one perfect sway
into the all-encompassing curve
of the ever-smooth, perfect circle
captures the ultimate decimal of pi!

Will the star
show up on my way?
Take a shot in the dark
I can't promise
to the firefly.

The moon will
morph to the sea
in the dark
swing and sway.

The robin doesn't need
to sing to the tuberose
that doesn't delay
blossoms on the way!

If only it was
like a hair of you,
like a glimpse of you
in your mirror!
Like the all round one
perfect sway
nets the ultimate decimal of pi!

drip
a ringing in my ears
as water fills them
like a kiss from a gentle ghost

sway
parting between my skin
hazing through like gentle winds
passing by without a sound

kiss
soft and delicate
like a petal's touch
against my lips

cry
a final goodbye.

A vessel

with no harbour...


Adrift with its anchor.

That had dangled and swayed,

almost mindless...


As if caught in an entrance -


in the spell
of persuasive currents.

My dear, you sway with the nervous passion of a thousand
winds.

Tell my why you are so anxious, when you carry their wishes on
your eyelashes?

Referencing wisdom
Chinese / Japanese / Other
you will encounter
a metaphor using trees
to impart knowledge
on confronting affliction

"bamboo that bends", or
"the oak that breaks in a storm..."
comprehendable?
yes, even agreeable
                                               - partially

Openness to change
I can appreciate... but
to destructive change!?
Therein, my inner conflict

To resist violence
and to fall instead of sway.
Stoic refusal
to accept ancient wisdom.

In how to remain
- the teachings of confucius

Lying, pondering
hearing groaning, resisting.
I now realise,
like the oak by my window

                                               - I will fall.