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.