MVI_7615 within and beyond

O let me be weak,
be pleasant and light
Thin, thinnest paper like
With ink lines - up and down lament.

Suddenly sounding postures
breaking silence
with another world silence...
from burning heart
and appearing
inkstantly
before your inner inky EYES?
O my drying Summer Sun!
Close, closer, the closest
Between your palms
waving, waiting...
In thousand miles away
Them, frozen on a colored blanket
O let them be wept...