When the cup spills over

When the cup spills over
When layers of comfort warm
Let lines of gratitude run over the face.

What's beautiful

What's beautiful,
ageing, and losing,
What's beautiful
when I look into your heart.

Weave a song

Weave a song
in the heart
so tears
are mere droplets of moods.

Growing old

Growing old
Growing alone
Let the sun in
and the moon by the window.

Beads of memories

Beads of memories
Gems of warmth
swathe an ageing heart.