Water twinkles as memories sparkle, 
resonating as eternal springs, chirps
awaken the deepest of my falsettos, 
conjuring a mirrorless pact with mind 
waves, telling me which way to go 
before I can stretch the tent covering
my thoughts, seaweeds always growing
where there is nothing to grow from,	
that's how I think, and maybe you do
too as the sunset crawls into my bed
and awakened by a twinkling of stars,
I remember, vastness of being myself.   
  
 
Signature Lina Ru