To the past

// Even the

Cool ocean's tide

rise against the gravity

when the moon

unveils its parts

Every end of twenty ninth.

Even the

mountains elapse

Over the oblivious clouds

to peck the follicles

Of the sun's rays.

But I,

Like the wolf to its moon

howl to see your sight

and all I could fathom

is your glance

for one half second of my beats;

I see you and unsee you

as if you are breathing

within my eyes. \\