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

82

the heartbeat of
a kindred spirit
delivers
the melody of freedom
on my lips again

81

the tune
I've heard
in the morning light
has been played
over and over