A red fallen leaf
Devoid of essence
Drops into a silent ocean
To be one amongst many.
A thought stream you
Were, now a lost memory
Lodged in somewhere, here
A faceless unknown, a bloom that was
Without a name, seeking, now, to
Become a Real in the now, against the run of
Entropy, not to be colourless : like a drop
Of melt water, but to be solid
Like the eternal snow at the summit of
Fujiyama, shining like a cool fiery star in the moonlight