So many questions are drifting
in life, answers slipping...
Love letters die upon a misty spring
as dragonflies whisper broken sonnets...
The light slowly fades
as the sun disappears behind the hill...
I remember
a little house in Italy atop a sloping hill...
Yesterday
I was haunted by fingerprints...
Retracing steps from gray, cracked concrete to
burnt grass, alongside my converse with lyrics...
*I suppose this is more of a story...I hope you...
She hasn't left her bedroom since she got the...
As a firefly, glowing softly,
Fly onto my hand...
Leisurely she wanders
tiptoeing, gallivanting and...
"He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest...
Father,
have I disregarded my childhood...
Death has acquired a place here,
the roses have all turned to dirt...