At the end of the light road
where hazes are sleeping
and still lingers
a regret of sun
beyond roofs and trees
the day died down.

We found the path of silence
in a green couch
overwhelmed with joy
like a pretty spring garden
bordering my possession of you.

Lips flourished whispers of smile
clear water shedding our flame
soft harmony skimming the soul
sinking in an eddy of light.

I Remember and do not pine
I do not grieve at the memory of past
you are a light shadow in my mind
but immortal.