What had the world done to you? Mangled neck laced in clear flowing skin. Both eyes still open and wondering. Could it be that you went looking for dreams that never were? And the fault was the treasure of that dust on the floor. You floated a long way to get here, ashore nearly by- …
The rain that fills the river
I held the rain from falling. Soft nocturne.. There was no time for phony visions, the magic plays by the lureful Moon. Orchestra of indian musicians aligning the summer wind. And my body of rain blends in. The rain would never stand for this abandoning, it would take the sky before the first dawn of …
Wet words to be lost
When the night plays with your head, Remember totality as the lily of the valley is painted white and the silence we have divined is tested- The frankness of such a glow in the middle of the night- Once illuminated we feign the wakinghood, how deep the roots sink behind our Everlasting midnight- (you who …
Chou Maya 