The multicolour lights twinkle aglow  Cutting through the murky night …

There’s a tasteful temptation to the pessimum.   To the husk…

The sky extinguishes rapidly  Gone in a blink  Brightness melts…

We crossed paths in a place   I wouldn’t dare to…

The night grew reticent  The blood moon aglow   Down among…

How did we make growth a race,  turning our lives…

In swooping ink strokes  Our names had made the top …

An inspiration, at last— the doe beneath the window.  Present,…