I can't let my thoughts wander,
my mind is a temple in ruins...

You were fire? No, you were water.
And in you, I dove...

In the village of Heydon,
a civil parish of Norfolk, England...

I knew it
that mirror I found...

in fields of roses sweet, I swirl
the petals soft, caress me so...

Oh dear, if you could read my mind,
my thoughts would be galaxies lost in the...

the hammer
nailed the toe...

at midnight,
i want to tip toe my way...

draw me a tree
one with leaves as red as sunsets...

a bone without meat
the chewing heard amidst the street...

a spider jumps
webs rain in living room...

my senses can sometimes betray me
some days my ears can hear what my eyes cannot see...