Glass Bangles

Here, unwrap my tiny gift

Ribbons, wrappings and all

Amidst tissue dreams

Lies a golden moment

When a language was born

To speak of mythical tales

Buried by quicksands of time

Wear those moments, infinite

Rings of desire and of loss

Hard set fragile paths of no return

Touch gently at night and they write

Cadent poems, ancient lores,

Wear them on your right hand,

My poet, my lost friend