The breeze at sunset is lovely, divine.

   The Drunken Swallows are flying in wine.

Who else is flying? With me in colors!

   Hoping no one else ever discovers.

My wings are aging, painful, and tired.

   Colors of sunset are much more desired.

We become part of infinite wisdom.

   It doesn’t matter the ultimate kingdom.

I am wondering what is in heaven,

   Sunset or sunrise, which has been given?

Everything circles, a circle is hollow.

   If you are flying, fly with a swallow.

12/2015 Haloo