My thoughts
are like bubbles restlessly...

Life...
A monastery of sadness...

Drifting into the expansiveness
of the moments when you once...

Fading like a flower
on the highway of my secret life...

Staring out of my window,
as I listen to the sky...

Let my soul to rest
before the roseate glow of dawn...

Today, I arose to find reasons
just outside my palatial pane...

I should have known:
the sun does shine...

Mistress of the Moon
and there she is...

I dream of fluffy, pillowy pancakes
mounding on my rather half-eaten plate...

There's a rush
between the many folds...

Over the rigid and dreary mountains,
down by the riverside, amidst withered stalks...