This hand, glimpsing over the parchment
under the Carnal Tree – dancing
frivolous tune, multitude nonsense;
come to unearthened tales of ardency.
late of the summer, premature La Niña,
hopes of greener pasture leads unto thee,
hair-locked curls, tainted hazel brown eyes
yearns to step on State of honey-crusted Land.
perhaps, this evolving twist of fervor,
will dawn a nonchalant complication,
a remorse state shall I state on these
scriptures of reared love, like a film: it develops.
alas! darlingly I tore kiss-sealed envelop
of hopes of lasting tale of fairy,
above the sky, it touches upright palm:
here- and hear, silent tale of dis-remembering.
13th of May, 2012