No later than the clock could tick a new hour,
I hid near dusty shelves...
I search for the sunrise in these waves of life;
in these still waters...
Just as fast as the smile
fleeting across her face...
Once again I find myself in my own presence
Two am with work in just a few hours...
Have you ever just stopped..
I mean really stopped...
The poems I write ,
seem to understand me more...
This darn fear that through the years
has been tearing my heart apart...
When love arrived and settled in my life,
I did not feel an earthquake move my ground...
You want to be a flower - red or white,
just like those roses in the pots of clay...
Looking downwards, I see my own mistake
The white carpet now soaked in red liquid...
There's nothing left of us to long for anymore.
things that not move...
May you find comfort in the balance of light...
As the winds whisper, may the words fill your...