You need a bit
of grit to walk straight.
The nakedness failed in sun.
The bubble forgets its shape,
bursts in laughter. There
was no violence in retreating
famous quotes.
It was more than
a dream. The wild pursuit
of your footprints brings bliss.
Fight was on, for not
to be or isness. I cannot
turn away from my
inner voice, the divine truth.
I remember your
face in setting sun. Distracted,
drenched in black tresses
like a wandering moon.
I wouldn\'t become guilty.