Passages of my childhood arise within my mother’s death gaze,  bringing reminiscences of olden days.     When in sadness in childhood we would speak in silent gaze.  No mother left to envision me now, now within those quiet eyes....

Seafaring stargazer I am,in your enchanting twilight,adrift in the blackest of seas.Moonlit waves within your eyes,the black of those irisesare a pitiless abyss.Pathless and shoreless,I know not what our future holds,as your hueless conscience chills me.So, on I driftin...