Killing me softly

You don't want My love. you taking pleasure Seeing my vulnerable side. It reminds you Of our early days When we used To play, Chase butterflies Between two magnolia trees. You don't believe When I say The house is empty You blow the wind Shake what is left From the tree Leaves Falling dawn.... Tree…

In Pause

The glass house Full of all predictable glories Fall in pause When willow tree branches dances Between light and shade. In this lifetime, How much patience has left To dissolve in pause. To listen to swallows Soundless wings Softly open the calm air. Not too fast, not too slow. Empty space, gets full. Tranquility grows…