We have nothing but time,
yet time is nothing...
Annihilation of proportions,
zero before the count...
Behind the vastness of my scars,
scarcely lives a man...
Be an embrace in which I may weep,
a solace against the restless grind...
My victory is no brighter here
than Cinderella’s in her stepmother’s eyes...
Would you be sated with a single sip
when your thirst is vaster than oceans...
The moon I see no longer glows
Caught in its light once where we froze...
In evening’s silent hours
Cygnus, the Celestial Swan, soars through the cool...
Love me love me
love me...
In the throat of an hourglass,
all tilts, all turns...
I dream of you
in the moan of violins...
Lately, I have been remembering
so much of my younger years...