YÙGEN; A Collection Of Poems

Kalon

A smile that brightens the new moon night, subtle and yet so divine.
Like the petrichor in hot afternoon, and the lingering aroma of Bordeaux wine.
That warms till extremities of a cold body, a place where peace is enshrine.
The lazy bend of those full lips, where sillage of liberosis is crystalline.

Wind toying with curls of hair, whispering the mysteries in verse.
The night melting in the waves of hair, like the flawlessness of time in reverse.
A mild hint of half-forgotten melody, with the flavors of life resperse.
The vivacious flow of their rhythm, like the dance of the universe.

With the shine of a million dusk in eyes, captivating the innocence of a child.
Like flighty springs of hope, and flames of desire so wild.
Forever cast into their nature, with emotions so deep and yet so mild.
I wish this was just another dream, I wish that reality wouldn't have smiled.