once you were perched on a mountain floor.
Defiant, quite but strong.
I see you each day fighting the snow,
beating the wind,
‘you’ the light of my tomb,
‘you’ the pulse in my veins.
You can rest on my shoulder blades.
Meet me at the Queen’s pond.
-view from terrace,Yala, 2014
like life: sleeping on a wandering boat
you will escape from me like death.
taking a walk to the corner street,