"sonnet1"

to be awake at night not day


to spend the hours at work 'n' play;


the countless memories i dream


of talking trees and village greens.


red & white & city black


bonging clock in the back;


threads of greyish tan & white


praying for their silent flight.


guards at dusk & at dawn,


uniformed in blue upon.


me with walking stick in hand


unfolding photos of this land.


the silent beauty of her face
is his lantern of this race.

`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
20Aug'03