The night is sound asleep,
but my heart is not to keep...

Ne'er saw I, never felt,
the sun did more gracefully...

The first time
I saw...

Reveries are too sad to hide beneath your skies,
melancholies are too fragile to hear your cries...

This willowed road
that looks...

Again, June came -- uninvited,
shadows glimmer as I think about...

Your brilliance used to stain
this broken town with orange...

I'm afraid
that you just might...

Your footsteps are never meant
to decorate this lonely alleyway...

When I was ten,
I wrote a poem about Daisies...

Sunset, I've known you for so long --
a distant mirage, a forgotten song...

I used to find
your eerie smell on the staircases...