Still Alive

I welcome
the blooming wild Jasmine
with its bright offerings
inside my loneliness
over the damp land of a dry stream
with indomitable courage.

I love the moments - 
tired of days ahead & gone by
tied with the magic of words
The everlasting black agony
taken over by the green tide of time,
floating boat full of memories of dead words
and blue & red commitments
with the flow of time
to the unseen ocean.

I compare you blue deception
with gray dreams
which make mirage in the sunray.
Still I continue my journey
to be disappeared
in the girth of terrifying night.

I drink the sweet poison up to the throat
on my unshaded palm
under the cool moonlight
to hug the cool shade of death.