Lost in a maze
of white, transparent...
Through my looking glass I see someone who dreamed...
What a silly life we're living ......
Thinking that everything will be fine by tomorrow...
Could it be that I'm moon stricken
which wakes me in late night hours...
I feel you, niggling at my conscience. Telling me...
You drove me to the brink of suicide, you...
Attempting to craft a sonnet,
with ebb and flow of unique...
In all of Paris' grandeur, from Place de la...
to bakery-scented boulevards - I searched for...
Yours was the obscure tongue of my youth.
Paternally familiar...
This life has led me to believe
The dreams I dream can't be achieved...
Who would have known
that a mere hourglass...
A sound...
This desolate night
White puff balls float down...