• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 05

Bring me home

Dreams divide the past
With the morning star, O hummingbird
Bring me the scent of dried flowers
From my verandah that smelt of wet grass.

Unfurl the words lost in love
With your song and faint flutter
Or else, erase them from this earth
Where stood my home once.

Come by my window, O hummingbird
Bathed in trickles down Buddha's bust
In moments of glory and grief,
Stilling the time while I still breathe.