Amber

The Wind silent and firm,

Grass swooning

Lovers locked under gentle water blue, 

Trees straight, tall unyielding,

a true red.

Water Blue cascading, 

a true green

Amber, oh Amber, the countenance fails

strong red striven for

Easy Green smoothly swirls

But Amber oh Amber,

like the guitar string,

taut and slack

the eye of the storm

knowing that the storm is coming but,

a glimmer of hope that is, in fact non existent.

Oh Amber why do you vex me so?

Yet gentle water is the strongest of all,

Drop by drop, it persists, avoids,

Smiting dents in brittle red,

softly, cajoling, persuading, persisting, drop by drop

drip, drip

Ohh sweet music 

cacophonous meshing with ridiculous melody,

the ecstasy of hectic-ness,

Insistent but not persistent

Angry but disinterested,

The eye of the storm:

Amber.

Tuwi Rokodulu on an early summer eve in Dupont Circle, Washington DC.