You've forgotten all about me --
windmills and cornfields in between...

On what day shall I weep?
I broke my collar bone...

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

Why I always come back to you?
Might be the night breeze...

Your words
are fossils...

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

In the
orient seas...

Once, dandelion wishes
floated in the air...

In the nick of time,
deciphered melodies fall...

The cliffs of dream sleep
beneath my eyelashes...

Mossy forest,
have you ever dreamt of me...

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