Cinema

a number of nothingness seemed clear
in the empty seats between you and me

the flashes on the large screen
lighted up the dark hall every now and then

and my eyes ran away when its bright
it will be awkward if you caught me looking

that hair at shoulder length
and unmoved gaze behind the shallow glasses

I wonder how the world swivels
inside those dreamy eyes of yours

that before the credits roll
silently flowed,translucent tears.

rainbow season

with sky lavender to east,
and west of  vermillion bright
milky clouds aren't nigh
      the sipping blue out of town.


long lost walk to the hillside
dreamy tales of tranquility
   where none to might,
endless beaut of heaven bestowed


when I could turn over my shoulder,
to stare tirelessly to the arc of colors
       till the fade of uncouth time,
is the longed for what,of this wavering heart.