I am a drop;
rain drop.
I am happiness,
and in single drop
I am ocean
of melancholy.

There is a cloud lilting with curious birdsong.
It folds and carefully wraps the ancient hill.

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
Most of my beholders are blind.

I feel every single word
they slice the edges of my soul
I bleed syllables, 
consonants and vowels
dripping  onto parchment.

There,
stretched in perfect symmetry;
the tombs of lovers,
since the first breath was drawn..

He tore
A shred of moon-shine
to wrap these moments.

Memphis,in a valley of Kings;
early morning,rifleman propped up,
bent on murder
another dream deferred.