Don't try to find a reason for everything
for nothing is like what it seems to be.
Even the colours of rainbow
are not its own .
Mingled in the final embrace
in a desperate attempt to find consolation.
The make believe world of shadows
that obscure the splendid ruins.
All of these and more
are tales of some bygone times.
So is it with the capricious notion of love
in a moment of indulgent fancy.
Reaching you across the schism of time
was somehow not possible for me .
There is no place that I had with me
to cage those birds of many hues. .
So I have set them free
in the midst of the desolate wilderness.
Never looking back to see
how they cross the gulf of aimless desire.