Fireflies

On a delicately scintillating night, did the luminescent fireflies, gather behind bushes to gaze at the moon; for long had they heard of her milky white, her understated brilliance and pale light, that had caused many a scribe to swoon! Awed by the humble, resplendent satellite glowing without pride in that turquoise twilight on that…

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Moments

I have my moments when this heart beats a foreign tune a harmony, hushed and thus haunting, a harmony I dare not succumb to... I have my moments when to another tune, I let this heart dance, till its strings pull at something familiar, till its strings keep me from getting entranced... The heart within…

The Boatman Series (4) – The Boatman and the Harbour

Starless winter night, the cold, dark waters - a boat floats mid river, away from the travellers. Waiting, clueless, at the misty harbour, the Boatman takes off his red-stained sweater. Aghast and afraid he pulls it closer, rendered doubtless and faint by his sniffer. At a distance a murmuring crowd draws together - the Boatman…

BEREFT

How can you tell my soul, to not dwell, on your thoughts; that you aren’t worth my time, are worth naught? I cling to you, cling to the good you once did, the good you once were, the words you said, the good I knew; opening up my reserve, my heart to you, like a…

ARMCHAIR

Now all that's left is an armchair, his sweetheart graces it no more. There lies a strand of her brown hair; her return, his silent heart desperately implores. The day she left flashes before his eyes, he tries hard the tears to conceal, in hindsight he realises how quickly time flies, How does one recover…

The Boatman Series (3) – The Boatman and the Moneylender

Starless winter night, the cold, dark waters, the Boatman comes to ferry the midnight travellers; then jumps out upon that same old harbour, leaving the lonely boat unanchored... Of the story he has now much gathered, from the traveller, the mother and a boat ride he vaguely remembers. Entranced, he walks up to the last…