Fly with a touch and stray with seeps of memory,
It's, likely, just a journal page
Of charming, unfamiliar age,
Composing stories for the sake of it.

Try harder not to lose yourself in waves!
The miracle is soft and so compelling,
Feel music in the touch, and rhythm sun-melted,
Where thoughts are intertwining ways.

The light and joy move hand-in-hand with cheer,
It's warm and red, - a moment meant to last
Beyond the future, shining from the past,
From opened page for serious and dear.

July 2025