Stay
The beginning of light
In sky, which does take no side
And will not be fake.
Hide
In shadows wide, far regoliths,
In drops-seeds, in crispy ice-lids
That one has to find.
Breadth
Of alleys, - to meet those new eyes, -
The Ocean above has no height,
No measure, no depth,
Just
Mature roundabouts of tides
With speed of mysterious ride,
Spell-bound to last.
We
Are taking steps through overseas,
The vastness has tests for belief
And much more to see.
Once,
We'll meet, with no doubt be,
Through times, over silence and dims,
To join in fine arts.
Last, -
Reflections of orange sands, -
This may be a good place to start,
With architectures straight-fast...

March 2024