My Spring

Brooms grown to sky
Sweep the wind.
I walk back.
Home in clouds.
Seemed to me stranger.
Night falls.
Wet meadows
Call me back.
Silhouette tamarind
Waves me
Back to years.
Here rests
My spring,
My seasons.
Me.

Within

Isolated in crowd
You.
In search of me
Your eyes.
But you
A sea within.