Home and away

Home away from home,
Your balcony, western breeze,
You cry every night alone
How about some Murakami?
Pain - a conclusion forgone,
Past? You might just let it be.
Love? Your eyes at dawn,
Letters? Would rather be with me.

Poems; fertile plains for irrigation
Lovers though, uproot each other.
For all the deforestation and erosion,
Time, indifferent camouflages as river.
May be that's what you really are,
As I row my boat, you are my keeper.
If you get bored someday of your job,
I'd still be rowing, but...
                         Towards your destination.