Unpunctuating,
fear will slice the time...
My little astral tree
dig your roots of light...
MUSTANG
A new day is born over the vast western plains...
Here on the driest continent on earth
the smell of rain was named...
your leaves
(when they part with you in autumn...
An oak made friends with
the swallows on crying skies...
In raw blackness
you want to find fireflies...
The lust overtakes
the content...
While delaying gratification,
you stripped-down...
Hum me a sweetened melody.
Whistling end to end on my cello...
.
Retell my tarnished mirror, please retell...
As a child I would always wonder,
what it would be like to talk to the trees...