Breath

Lovelier are her words

than the exquisite note

that speak the soul of flute,

The songs of birds at dusk,

when first born star swim in blue ocean,

are not more dear to me than her breath.

When she breath all flowers began to bloom,

and melt my heart like the lilt of violins.

Unfinished

Here in the twilight of my life,

I dream of the seeds I have planted .

Wish there were more.

I reflect on the difference I've made

It was never enough.

I could have done more.

I should have done more.

Why did I not? Perhaps

the answers came late and the days grew short...

and then were not.