#573 — Winds Of Time;

These transient winds,
Have transformed me,
To an ascetic,
All I possess now,
Are memories of moments,
With which I stir the fire,
And smile at the sparks
That rise from it.

#free_verse

#556 — Presence;

The fleeting time,
Has wreaked the night,
And in its silence,
There’s not even a whisper,
But, I know you are here,
Somewhere.

#free_verse