Poetry

You broaden your desire 
base, by legitimacy, 
ignoring the will of 
storm-ravaged sea. 
 
As the sun meets the 
falcon, I will give you─ 
a call, that demons were 
entering into the dreams. 
 
The time stoops to pick- 
up the wounded peacocks. 
The red hibiscus will write 
your name on the wall of bricks. 
 
This was a swan song 
before our parting. The 
darkness will find the stars 
hiding behind the strewn─ 
 
feathers of blind moon.