Half Moon Chasing

living it's life
    flower of night
    of shreds a'meadow
      singing by lone

 with gale a'sway
   her tears flutter
      to the far edge of sky
            at the half moonshine

Pleasantry

of a Friday evening
   I bid greetings,
    to the city sky
    of which light still a grey
                  with a week's burden of tears

  to the shining leaves
     reflections of dewdrops
             and in all their
               longevity, would smile

  to the arc of faint colors
         yet deeply reviving
             my long lost heart

Losing It

the strings of dreams now ephemeral
standing on the stares of Rainbows
 is a no-more, as tunes
of invalidity stream into
   the fuzzy space
unsolidifying  heart

by the crack

by the crack of mossy grey brick
   under some discolored umbrellas
         I sit to eat my lunch
   with the spray of december rain


 by the crack of damp black asphalt
    under the cold, travelling clouds
           I stuff my stomach heartily
         dining at an old, cheap stall


  after a day's desk work
        in the slow,
                merriment
        by the crack of KL.