passing on the flame: another old soul departs for the oceans of soma
Tag: Singapore
how subtly the switch is triggered and the cruel world goes: still
free us from iron shackles of grey with your birdsong
the dance of tides on this moonless night calms the soul
and if you knew the reason why would you drive a stake through the heart of autumn’s sun
culled: soft feathered bodies laid to rest under the tireless watch of the old mango tree
slipped through the fingers and just like that the day is: gone
when the autumn quiet finds you: surrender
half moon: the wail of autumn wind turns the fields silver to the grain
there is a stranger magic in things that belong equally to nobody and everyone
