My footsteps,
like finger tips
on a piano,
play a
lonely song.

The beautiful path of life.
26 June 2021

I walk on the edge of your beauty,
Morning sun that kisses the blue of the sky.
Sounds of the beach, rustling the leaves.
The sea of you gently caressing the rock that I am.
Awaiting the joy of your storm stirring me.
Living on the edge of you.
The beauty filled path of my life.

It's always you, whom I miss
It reminds me of the perfect blue
on purple sky,
I attach him on a beguiling lullaby retracting the memories of the sea
where the strings like constellations
connect us; You can never be apart from the ocean.

I was sober
Until
Your hand
Grazed mine

It would make a good story
But I would be unclear

I told her unusual truths
Whispered in her ear

The sadness is so sadful
So is fleeting fear

Pain upon my purpose
I pray for three dear deer

               The Fool
           Not King Lear