I remember

Dear Mentor,   

      There was this man, I know

who stood there, and then

his silence spoke his all

his voice unheard all through

but his stares never berate.

Mystified, I am

     his presence shook me

On that same corner the next day

    I found,  the same him, i know

The same emotions flickered

    and him still unchanged.

Where are you??

  Dear Mentor,   

     The stars, I gared tonight

the gentle wind blew, that

    denied these tears

I have searched the day,

     the sun drenched my soul

     but, hope

has brought me here still

    searching for a trace of you

The pieces little by little

     you left, I see

That day ended, not a single

    shadow of yesterday, I found

The night is growing deeper

     and deeper and the stars are brightest

Will they light my way?

     to the end of you.

Something in the air

Dear Mentor,

It is pretty unusual

     that the coldness embraced

the air I breath, feel

     Summer has come and dwelled

the flowers withered, dried

     but still, and yet still

I am freezing

    Is there no warmth

no fire to ablaje?

     to stop this chill?

What wrong has been done

    to alter, to change, to modify

that which should be

      have not doen any

I have not changed

   could there be

something in the air?