At dawn the silent water softly sighs, A lotus stirs beneath the amber sky, Unfolding where the shadowed river lies. From ancient mud it lifts its crown on high, A fragile flame that night could not confine, As first light paints its petals warm and dry. Each silken fold awakens line by line, A breath …
I saw your eyes, and morning lost its hue,The dawn dissolved within your quiet grace,A light awoke that only knew of you. Your voice, a river tracing every space,Wove through my veins like secret, endless streams,And time itself seemed bent to our embrace. I traced the corners of our fragile dreams,Where shadow kissed the edges …