I chase his name
upon a railway...

You were the contrast
between the darkness...

The last time I meditated on the waters,
I saw your strong reflection, divine and...

I hesitate...
throwing an acrobatic emerald...

Liberated hooves,
Pound with a driving tempo...

Smiling teardrops shower
on our bare hazel skin...

They're not the beautiful voices of mythology
who trap sailors with sweet cadences, no...

When does sainthood become the foundation from...
Surely there is not always a didactic harpist...

No one would ever compose a song for me
because who notices what I feel...

Her body is tied, twisted- her backbone
tightly woven around...

Scenery from my door
begs in high quality accents...

We sit in silent pews,
inhaling twilight hours...