I watch her,
When the sun gives his first kiss to grass
And the tulip opens it's arms at last

I see her,
When a baby bird stretches and hugs his mother
When a slivering dew drop falls with a looming inure

I sense her,
When the sun says goodbye to it's earthy dalliance
And the moon, with a hazy yawn, sniffles the eloquence

I always stand there,
Holding my knuckles back when her courage shatters
Trying to persuade, and see behind those thicker gossamers

While I wait there,
She asks, 'what would I do to watch her?'
She is unaware, how, like a flame, she sparkles my dark world.  

From: The Glass Oath

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Huz