I timidly model you with the last clay pieces.
I remember your features the way I remember the moon.
You remain white in my soul. The white kaolin glows in my hands as if being verse-blanket.
I remember you with my fingers that caressed your cheek-bones.
Every curve, dimple or even a tremble.
I still whisper you, but did you hear my words?
They are still fire... And my yearning is still burning...
Fireplace is glowing red... Burning the luminous memory.
You turn into my eternity. And profile for silent blessing.
I will breathe life in you... I will pledge my word on you because of burning ardour.
White kaolin for my only love!