Lonely Eyes

Peeping to the sky: Beating wings of twilight Leading home, the birds Horizon, engulf the ember Sun. Invitation of the dying day Give rise to a tranquil bay. Putting me in the battle Of: need and happiness. Every viewpoint From the hot iron pan Searching those mountains Of a distant homeland Cool breeze along with Perfumes of spring woods Memories of myrtles Holding back to hear: Cooing, Cuckoos.