I have the ability:
a pen...

3 stars in the east
sit on the solid sky...

I wish I could be in that perfect place
where poetry...

Across a pale carpet
and rows and rows of chairs...

There is no light
that I can see...

I sit in a room--
3 by 4...

Two worlds apart
with few connections...

Eyes meet once.
Beat everyone hears--bud appears...

Once again,
struck about the head...

The heart unzipped,
Liquid spilled out...

The picture of beauty,
the picture of grace...

Waiting...
Always waiting...