a labour of love: how quietly the stream carries worlds and souls to the otherside
blue hour: with ceremonial stiffness pale hands draw the blade
fallen: fruit forbidden sweetens the scorched earth beneath it
every living thing lowers its voice: the silence of night is mutual
sieve: through this bank of memories for uncertain versions of sky
clouds break at maddening intervals releasing the light of spring across the soaked lands
long bands of black and gold: with complete stillness a cat watches from the low stone wall
tireless: the rain falls without pause and the land receives with all its heart
dark before dawn: the faint scent of bruised fruit accompanies mortal footsteps
raised by invisible hands the last of mist lifts from the field as raw light floods the senses
elancharan gunasekaran 