Tag: Singapore

memories a ghost dancing on the edge of oblivion

the net caught the tide and now the moon wants it back

palm lines and prophecies of an untold destiny

running after receding waves only to fill the soul with seawater

taste the auburn in the air leaves shedding the fires of summer

outside the window pigeon companion contemplates the coming winds of autumn

heavy eyelids remember the ways of deep sleep

mend the fractures of timespace with gentle nothingness

night’s mind drops a dark veil upon the earthen flesh

oh the sweet craft of sculpting words with the mind’s katana