A palpable poetry-
bonfire in a chilly night..
Euphony of every tiny droplet of mist
speaking eyes and
inner chambers of castle
of dreams within dreams..
So it is a coconut tree;
with some wondrous treasures stored in
A sturdy, straight, and a long path of risk.
yet the climber is to climb on
embracing some hurt and bask
of a familiar rhythm..
On the path there will be splendid pictures
and an air of cosmic raptures
feeding life with life..
and the loaded candid truths will be in his hands
of which the nectar will be taken out
for self and the other..