How fluttering the bird's singing or the way eyelids

glitter through laughter and weep, swim in an odorous

world, I— suppose for once can smile, cling

to twisted strings, that may cut, shrill in mazy lines.

My life is standstill, motionless, disoriented

in the cloudy street, the way lights pathetically

turns and trips, empty songs ring upon the lips—

As if it's believable, it flares up the reverie sound.

I'm envious of the smiles, wore in witching figure

paused, broaden the souls in her eyes

A tale was never told— souls for souls,

never dance so well, think of the man first who gave eyes.

I forgot the same dream twice,

I thought, I remembered—

Night after night, day after day,

Sighing in old aged sight, mother, father

                 Hear the soar fly—

Forgotten in flash drive, naked among the bone

arrow birds,                       in the moon that always

rising,                hear him always wallow, swallow

in mercy of dreams, never comes                  easy

but I was once young too—

                                            chained by the singing sea.

— 23rd October, 2023