He sees a strange light
illuminating the room...

The bendable hours expand,
spreading fast like ivy...

May Poetry rescue you
from your lack of astonishment...

Before you,
the great tragedy...

Let love rest
where your body...

The roses stole your perfume
& it is what still feeds my scars...

She opened the door,
slicing the morning...

We can throw stars
up into sky...

Relax your shoulders & enter
my head...

He is not there.
He is flying where...

Fill me my ears with wonders
because...

She spends Winter
as an inactive pupa...