Everyday before dusk turns to dawn,
I read a couple of poems in my bed time...

Where within awaits a whale
a splasher of water in the face...

It seems the oceans where I swim
have opened up to me...

Help me be as transparent as clear water
like a river always in motion...

There's a thought in me
that is like a bird...

Ah the irk,
the grind...

shh ..
have you ever been to a desert...

blankets on the floor
some pillows falling off the bed...

The ocean
waves hello's...

Let's drink tonight
with a toss up to the moon...

I thought the fountain of my tears
had gone dry a year ago...

The sun does shine when there are no clouds in...
Yet whose to say that the sun does not shine as...