In the dazed morning
I saw love, sleeping in a
dazed morning
Amoung the atmosphere, swirling
and howling
The breeze, made to fall farther a
room
Occupied by earths mind and laughters
smiles
Shuddering as if they were as the
suns heat;
The brandishing shimmers and haste,
Held in one arm by the changing ray
of day
That will be on shallow grounds
And stay unknown at every morning
Though with our memories each
chronicle count
Though some, yet rarely, some shant
see
The horizon embedded to the orange
edge of sea.
(2015)
