It didn’t take me a day or two
to realize how he moulded...

what can I ask for, so the Night
would come to an absolute stop...

The light did not flicker today,
the room felt empty...

and I thought to myself....
is there a place for ones story...

I saw the moon
the other day...

You break through morning light,
like a forgotten dream coming to...

you
won’t...

memories with faint
colors paint her thoughts...

Yet again she wanders
over pale yellow petals...

Dreams burning
underneath a chimney...

She was a dark one;
a butterfly...

I braided the roots of a tree
to save within a music box...