Rose

July, summer rain came
with unintentional harshness ---

Thoughts evaporated
into humidity, which
permeated through my garden
where I saw a rose,
blooming herself,
under the gaze of daylight---

She is naked
She is white
She is whiter than the winter Moon...

Tulip

Sitting beside a tulip
scrutinizing the afternoon
my thoughts slid
into a laziness
that once pervaded over my body
nurtured
a fresh dew at sunrise

Drown

Drown into your life
my sentiment grows
into fragrance
that once dwelled
within my imaginary grasp…

perfection slipped away
with your tenderness
in which I drown , I die
in which I

resurrect



7.2008 draft, 7.14. 2009