Fall

The last ray from the sun
cut carelessly across the horizon
the long dead distant stars gaze down
coldly
announcing the fall of eternal winter

within 4 . 3 seconds
the red light at the top that beams idly changed
as the tombs on the hills acrss the avennue marking the times
fragrance of coffee mixed with giggles
break out the glass of a restaurant
a lonely girl sits inside an empty office
looking out the window without taking any notice of him

whats she thinking now?
thats the last thought linger on his mind
as he reached the square

Bench warmer

Like dried bones of a desert
he just sat there agelessly
collecting
cheers that trickle down the dugout
frail hand sofly caressing the puffed out tummy
dust drift alone the distant wind
blows gently above him

the warm summer shower often pays him an unexpected visit
chattering excitedly over the game
the scents escaped from the venders chest
echoed back
sun beams down cheers
reminding long gone glorys
so brite and illusive
were they really there?

the cry of the dead

Echo alone with the crows
calling for help
rescued by the demons
saved from the plowing of monsters

Is humanity overrated ?
or
it is just the ghost inside that turned desperate
as the innocent snow melt into mud
splattered on our weary feet

amid the noisy crowd
there must be a soft quietness remains
when death overcomes with its authority
dare i speak up against its power
so it may crumble voluntarily