I maybe self-centered, but that's because
you are too troubled to speak, too chocked up...

Have you ever felt like an orphaned
seabird drowning in trawl nets...

When I was a child,
a night time was something to truly fear...

I watch you play in the garden of time
idling between the gaps of years...

Spontaneous. Instantaneous. Our thoughts are
like time bombs marking away...

I miss you in the morning,
when all I have left is...

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

I never wish to write with a heavy heart...
But tonight, I will be the widow...

.
when the night falls...

She roams in the woods
like nomadic beings...

.
devoid of freshness...

Millennium
Along gold-draped walls...