He dipped his brush in the morning Sun, speckled the sea with the extra orange and deftly gave a second coat to these flowers.

Fallen from a tree,
Lonely but free,
Riding the eddy,
To where it takes me. ~ H

counterfeit cauliflower

along the sea-to-sky highway, Vancouver

Night skyline - downtown Vancouver

Dark and still
Is all I see.
But the night is not so silent
Though it seems to be.

There is a mother aroused
Because her baby stirred.
There is a lover awake
With his desires unfulfilled.

A future scholar burns her oil
In thirst for eternal light.
A surprise heir tosses in bed
Over the sudden limelight.

Some are paid to keep wakeful
And stay on-guard at night.
While some like me stay guarded
So as not to miss the sight.

Cloaked by the sky, but alive and awake
And right above me is the dream country.
So the night is not so silent
Though it seems to be. ~ H