I crossed paths with a girl
Her eyes—the pact between the summer and autumn suns
It was the monsoon
I named her—sailor of a stormy pond
I knew once
How to be small
A siren who talked in her sleep
Gave me the branch of mistletoe
Where was I?
Within the indecisive walls
Of that same cascade of word
Turns on. Turns off. Turns on.
Flaming resurrection of a charred alphabet
Court of echoes
I close my eyes
The room is covered with moon.
The hour is a crystal ball.
At times—the page breathes
Persistent cables of desires
Unfazed by such a night
I would penetrate silence
But I saw you—like the snow—asleep among appearances
You were in another day
I crossed paths with a girl Her eyes—the pact between the summer and autumn suns It was the monsoon I named her—sailor of a stormy pond I knew once How to be small
A siren who talked in her sleep Gave me the branch of mistletoe Where was I? Within the indecisive walls Of that same cascade of word Turns on. Turns off. Turns on. Flaming resurrection of a charred alphabet Court of echoes I close my eyes The room is covered with moon. The hour is a crystal ball. At times—the page breathes Persistent cables of desires
Unfazed by such a night I would penetrate silence But I saw you—like the snow—asleep among appearances You were in another day
[paraphrased]