There is a cold wind
blowing outside,
into the graying,
an apocalyptic sky

The lamps are lit
The night descends
it comes as it always does
My table is cluttered
with wadded paper
scribblings saying nothing

The hanging question you asked
remains
"What is your heart's desire?"

The light it flickers
Throwing shadows on the wall
So eerie at first,
So familiar after all

Fantasies
Phantasims
Hypnogogic imagery
A trance like state of mind

Many lifetimes pass
None of them mine

What is your heart's desire
It strangles the mind with possibilities
Waiting for the tell,
the tell that might never come.

You asked me
as we left the foggy meadow
"You who speak so highly of the little synchronicites,
But what is your heart's desire? "

I rise with the sun each day
My path laid out before me
I do this and that in order

Each night as the dark descends
The day's vivid light has vanished
I stare into this lamp light
and wonder
what is my heart's desire.

I miss the time
When I had to fall
Only the body felt aching
Not to involve the love of mine

I miss the time
That I only broke my arm
When there's nothing to do
With heart or mind

I miss the time
When I had bunch of candies
Better way of possessing the sweets
Rather than receiving promises

I miss the time
When I lost mine
Teeth would be the ones
Not a number of people's gones

I miss the time
When everything was simple
All the memory was fun
Like my childhood time

I miss the time*
Of my old times
Wondering sometime
Again, it comes

(June 2016)