The twilight, a mystery

Written by: George Zamalea

The breeze from the last night's coming 
Through the window, advancing in fire
	Like a kiss-watery mouth raising questions of who are you?
Over the Ocean, the rippled desires rowing 
	In delicious circles.

	I stand up, and I begin to shake
That even the waves of this Ocean are backing off
	In a foaming haze. Am I ready? Like a waterfall
That streaming from my soul the distance 
	Of this depth, drive force?