Beneath the star studded sky
few steps I walk
in wet sands
rustling leaves
snowy terrains
high peaks
Tis the journey enchanting
destinations often end the urge to live.

Solitary woolgathering

from mist of the dark nights crossing the seven seas,
floating on the dancing clouds
the flight of starry wings,
Arrive, Thou! in realm of my fragrant dreams…
awaits the poignant pauses
of my heart for Thee,
in those soundless moments
of solitary woolgathering.