Wash your eyes
with Dusty Miller. You will be...

Mate, I don't know,
how to deceive you in bush...

Unbashed you
come and go in dreams...

Surging tears
let me go, in rivers...

The ink was fading.
I don't want to stay on the...

How do I find out
in dreams, when you hide...

The inscribed stone
winks at moon to compare...

It was your choice,
to seek or not to seek...

A grim reminder.
Ah! the lunar cycle again...

One day in a dream,
I will ask the deity of ancient...

Not accepting death,
eyes search in dark, the meaning...

Vision impaired.
The fear crawls in your poems...