Poetry

You will remember-
what I would not- the
inner darkness of noon.

A bright sun goes
blind for a caged bird. To
dream or not to dream in
the path of unknown.

Any celestial movement-
will bring the halcyon days?
One day the man will change?

This culture, your
ethos were making the
sense datum extinct- a fossil.

Far from the meanings
the body language flies
in wings of wax.

Again an era ends,
the very blood of stones.