It happened as I felt a glowing moon
As you caressed a radiant star,
You and I, an existence of a –
Once upon a time – race,
Humans, they were!
And if I can recall the beauty
Of a soft lip such as yours,
Then infinite twigs
Strange, is it not? Us becoming
One with nature, you and I, and
Somewhere on this disintegrating
Earth: a crescent our ancestors foretold,
And now, it, the offspring of our naivety, starts
A journey of a new race amidst purposeless races.
Wednesday, 28thof January 2015