4 Elements In Nature Discovered by a Solitary Traveler

Down below the wind-whipped sky,
rafting inside the seething waters
between thumping valleys.

The Return

I hold my breath and clench my fist,
then I lift the iron bars of my pride.
A brazen gesture.
My heart is pounding
with a quick gush of wavering emotion.
I quit saving my own hide
as my coquettish lips go ajar
and release the long-shackled words.
I see you have not changed, my love.
I remember this ice-jammed soul
and the cyclical life of a diligent capitalist.
Twenty three minutes of small talk
and then your voice will be wafting
through the ashen corridors of my mind,
lukewarm and relaxed.
And I will take me to a brief walk
back in those days of two thousand and seven.

Only forgetting, they say, can treat
the wounds received in a losing battle.
But oblivion cannot undo the fact of loss,
hence oblivion is only a part of my defeat.

But shall I forget you, my love
when icicles will hang down the roofs
and testify dripping Time?
They will remind me of your frosty soul
and perhaps, they will numb mine too.

Oh tender waiting, oh my only love,
Time will be wearing out,
my love will be dying in its arms
and my last breath will blow out your name.
A brooding sea will damp my feet in the shore
but I,
I will not fear the coming of the tide now.