Words went playing hide and seek one day
Mirroring the endless game of sun and cloud
In the garden of the sky.

A season arrived
Carrying the news of
Days dreamy, endless, timeless
Of distant relationships
A town full of endless heartbreaks.

Humming in the wind’s ear,
The deep love of a brown mountain
Fascinated when I flew over,
Silently, you observed
From your confine
The eyes of a wild doe.

I touch your cheek
(The slur of a hundred kisses)
Yet the slur I touch.

An air of restlessness.

A portrait is drawn
Beneath the veil of love.
There comes a flood of desire
And a season perpetuates
As if, an extended morning.

Across well acquainted streets
A green sapling of wounds
Sub-consciously passes
Throwing away all dirt
Of jealousy and Ambition.

A season passed by-
A point of no return.