I dream to you.
You were moving like a space...

Walking in sleep
you tiptoed as if gliding...

In my smallness
I think tall. Nymphs want to...

The kindness drips,
when you stop writing about...

Sitting at seeding
time, tasting elixir of death...

Sometimes it
was better, not to know the...

In its entirety your
life was a truth. Then why were...

Season's intimacy
starts schooling you. The voice...

Migration continues,
me to you. Conception guides...

I had my scars.
This war will not end any day...

Did you open it,
the red rose? Was it a sacrilege...

I would be thinking
of you in dangerous journey...