as a stranger answers to your name
precious moments tumble
forever re-arrange
at their desire
events to play over in my mind

connect me with eternity
immerse me in the
emotional maelstrom
of love and pain that
had me crumble
under strain of under fire

suffocated by the veils of time
mixed with memories formed easily
omnipresent in my own magical
keepsake kingdom --

momentous or humble,
evenly strummed on evermore's lyre
nurtured
as is a well mellowed wine

The crispness
in each breath I own
announces this time of year;

I exhale
and it seems the leaves all turn.

All possibilities
of spring
pull the leaves to the ground,

then chance
comes into play where each will land.

In the end
the earth is nourished
and time must continue,

thus we are blessed
with harvest's yield for that year;

surrounded by pleasures
we'll find ourselves hovering nearer the hearth,
bundling-up to erase solstice's chill.

I once walked
with the empty streets
to meet the dawn
but they never took me there-
where peace could be found.

Instead they led me
to life's lamenting shores
where I endlessly talked
to the empty shells,
to the broken waves,
and to the withering sands
just to find out that
peace has there
forever drowned.

 If in written words
 I wanted to tell
how much I owe you
I'd need some more forests
with more trees 

I'd need more tears to flood
(the ink of the eyne)
to evince my real gratitude
for a heart I thought is mine.

Hence I'll quit the clichéd words
and quietly decline
leaving a blank piece of paper
with a naked simple sign
                                                   

                            Rula.Y.H.