In the kitchen, a bowl so dull
with an owl in a pole, the color of coal...

You tucked your feelings
in bed, and slept...

I thought the rain awash inside my heart,
But came a gushing cloud and I did not cry...

It's true so many flowers bloom with water,
but you do not - you bloom with love, my love...

Even though you are not here, I can still feel you...
Villages echo with your presence. I feel your...

If you see her - a woman, walking towards you,
embrace her, hug her, kiss her; she's your...

Poetry, no one knows you as much as I do,
you are not beauty born from roots...

Under your bed, hides a memory...
a distant thought covered in dust...

No one ever felt this close...
I'll always be a shore...

It's fine
fine is the weather outside...

What did you do?
I shot the sky with my rifle...

Two bottles, two bottles
that's all it was...