Everyone
is going to work...

When God whispers your body
to my seizing hands...

In the middle of night I called her.
In the middle of the nightmare of daylight l...

About an hour passed
in the arms of silence...

Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...

We must again,
learn these mundane paths...

Others
Bridge us back to ourselves...

Hey little bird, hey little bird,
are you as hurt as my heart...

She shines and soaks in every star
in the blooming night...

Every time we embrace
we inbreathe each other...

Engrossed in whiteness
rolling down from snow fall to...

He serenades still
there under the window of...