I see those gentle shinny droplets of rain,
Humming the songs I once wrote while I wasn’t sane.
I see those chirping birds across the skies
Which remind me of that mystical ciliate surprise,
Calling out to the sand to moderate its dyne
To freeze those perennial running clocks of time.
Stuck in those ephemeral moments were memoirs still warm,
I relive those few of them which are still mine!
