Q u i d a m

Howling

Yellow leaves begin to fade, greenery garland flutter in elms,

At my foot, new fortune arrives: less than words

but base of summer airs, like thin foam frets upon

the rumble of waves, to mesh my soul in grey orbs

nature howls with triaged aloof!

Go back and strife, slanderous fools mock life!

Desperate knives stabbed youth, now within no seed

knowing me not, poor souls died in the scarlet barge

thick fogs hang around, far from Easter town—

With the flash of torches and dice, new player comes and dies,

Have you ever not wondered of woes and vows?

Wrangle in the meanest kind, bargain your hunt with the merchant's price!

Isn't it said and done, many years ago?

Love but not handle the wharfs of passionate hearts,

Get bloated in red wine but never follow feet of strains,

Just like sickly eyes bore into mine, a bird flies into its nest

Dear home, it's the hours of breaking the crystal moon!

Can you date back to bring wrecked souls?

— 7th July, 2023