The faraway notes of nearness

amid the chaos around

come closer to the shore

where waves crash into tender cries of desire.

The distress fades into the rising flames of red against the sky;

The autumn breeze brushes her dusky cheeks

as the spurious glamour burns into ashes.

The green trees wake up,

Awakening the gloriole of solitariness—

The stormy hearts beat quietly

with the ringing of dawn-break songs.