Come and Find Me In My Solitude

On one side flows the whitish blue river On the other side a lonely yellow In between, my hollow shadows shiver On looks the miles and miles of void meadow All rich poems have since been harvested All dancing steps in jingles have been spent No flame, the wick and oil are exhausted No hands to hold and hug for warm content If you really come you’ll see the moons Eclipsed by the long neck of the camel Sands in eyes I keep looking at the dunes Debris of once a beautiful castle Just Look at the deadly strokes of time’s axe The vicissitudes in the tales of cracks _______________________________________ 03/12/16