Early-Crease>>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

cold were kisses i got from wind
as sun keep silent still sleeping
crystals of ice laying on windshield
no match to my dragon teeth scraper
swirl of this engine from koi-land
swift as an eagle, strong as a bull

so many miles left behind in journey
trees are but shadow beneath moon
bright lights ahead so red to my eyes
dreams faltering to cracks and bumps
cradled by sweet music stirring time
thanks, getting close to where i am