It were not you
at the end of poem. Something...

December moon
and you, not to blink for a...

A sparrow knits the?
dim moonlight to sleep in...

Honesty. Was it the
sickness of mind? Ask the...

I thought we knew
each other by our shadows...

In stasis, time
was ready to abandon you...

I dreamed of you.
Otherworldly. Blue and tender...

Like woodpecker
someone knocks at door...

Light the candle, I
fed creepy in the grey...

Why bewildered?
There is always something...

It will not happen
again, the eye contact...

Shy from finding
the depth of your being...