Wandering silently amongst the tide Eyes furtive but alive Seeking Nirvana drenched in sweat How often is a life-dream kept?
Time flies slowly as sounds Descend a niche of light WHITE WITCH FROM THE WEST (YANGON) Mary Poppins or the White Witch Of Myanmar traveling Alone, no broom in sight
Granny, the keeper of the keys Silently laughing at her humourless fun Waiting forlornly for the return of dawn
Pacing, pleasantly enough No growls or shrieks, not yet Day awaits the rising tide of sand
Time reveals a Witch WATER FESTIVAL (II) Booms box the night Pounding incessantly Humid vapours Distilled for the morn
Placid places lurk Waiting to be sucked By yellow veins Snaked across the road
Drenched dry of spirit But not of humour Wis-willy spouts of water Crashing endlessly in delight
None are requited All the same Laughter and smiles On the Yangon
Day of days SUN Begat by the generals Lady fights them ferociously Cleaved from family To rot in hell
Like Mandella, she persists Will unbroken To lead her people Forward to wholesomeness
Dukka dawned but Han beckons How will she be re-birthed From afar
It appears that power always corrupts WATCHING THE BUDDA Golden, drawn in thread Glistening, stretched in rain Diaphanous wings dive Grabbing nests alive
Earthly realms sit politely Eschewing universals Eking existence Estranged from beams
Hope mounts the pedestal Harnessing the day Harrowed dreams dispelling Hinting at the community heat
Daylight breaks the spell Dawn to dust Dragging the light Down
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