Excerpts!

There was a kite made of hesitant clouds
To the world its strings tied down
Writes life’s annals on the bounds of the sky

Dense clouds deceiving clouds
I come down to earth
As the sorrow of the primordial couple

Harboring in heart
Memories of impossible dreams

What magic what charm
Do you have earth
I am your flitting visitor
The abiding shackles of your magic.