The dawn tiptoes
Like a maiden dark,
Collecting the sea-shells
On the morning
Deserted beach,
Watched by the swaying palms,
The breaking waves singing a song
For the shy maiden
From the...
It’s the twilight zone between night and day;
The Sun is still not yet up there;
The crepuscular horizon has a razor-thin streak
Of red-light peeping out...
The water rose on the painted faces,
The bottled stars smiled their grace,
The angst of the waning moon
Fills my demon heart.
With maddening violins upon the...
