[
Writing
]
[
Home
]
I
Death is silence,
silence, death,
so have your say
while you have breath.
II
It's me that she wants to elude;
like the movement of the ocean
she crashes on the beaches of my solitude
to withdraw with a beckoning motion.
Quatrains
IV
Neon full moon
peeks over the horizon.
Eyeshadow of dusk behind.
Caltex rising in the west.
V
I have never felt a hint
of God, but still I cast my hopes
and dreams at the sky to see
what the bait of my virtues can hook.
