91

at the end of
hide-and-seek
who is It
lost its meaning
just the dusk falls

90

a stone cast
on the icy pond
cracks open
the fountain
of aria

89

what if there was
no line nor time
no shape nor shame
no words nor wounds...
the twilight chases the moondust

88

in the nonverbal world
incredible rapport prevails
based on pristine trust
let it retreve
on our tongues again

87

On the process of
the delicate and intricate
webbing
a spider avoids getting tangled
while I am bemused with a thread

86

morning frost
caught the spark
of ruby
waving good-bye to
yesterday

85

thick ice
covering
my pond
shall be vaporized
with winter dreams

84

romantists' dilemma:
finding ultimate beauty
in unchained souls
tatooing the moments shared
on her soul

83

last coffee,
your scent,
etched memories,
eroded by the waves
of my sea