Dreamy Clouds of late afternoon

 After the chanting smell of your breath touches 

My day is almost doomed

The heart of sunspots if the night refuses

Dies like ashes, though

Nothing happens suddenly in this world of duality

The verse of birth remains hidden from the roots.

The world whirls in the urge to survive,

Although the sun is still elusive in the evening 

A gloomy poetic cloud is sitting behind me 

Dropping sweatsome through your catkin-neck 

Golden love from sun shakes hand 

Afternoon shines gloomy 

The gap is not so long but 

I know it is too late to reach 

So lie down on your chiffon-hair 

scattered on your graceful shoulder 

All that love gets wet 

In my dream in hidden kisses

I deep into the dim sun, rain and clouds 

The sharpest touch makes the body 

of the shadow playing on the glass

This did not happen suddenly. 

Desires were sitting awake for millions of nights.