Talking: alone with the stars.
Often I stand outside...
Like
hoof prints...
Revisiting my family, by looking at old photos,
missing the best part of me, all their kindness...
Fingers tips feel their way, searching, searching...
Like a scent on the wind, my fragrance whispers...
In life there is no cookbook for love
When you create a dinner...
Loveliness has a name,
and so does beauty to...
Tapping out syllabic rituals
crossing words that mix and match...
I have always felt
our world as rich...
I woke up one morning at three am.
Gazed In somber silence while you slept...
What i feel now has been a distant memory,
of what i felt for you when i was but nineteen...
I am walking in fragrances
Small impressions from you...
Alone together in the starry night
Fills me full of fright...