Talking: alone with the stars.
Often I stand outside...
Like
hoof prints...
Pieces of bangles-
When I opened my eyes in the hospital bed...
You're far
yet in my heart you are near...
When your old i,ll love you,
even more than i now do...
Many times I said no!
Many times I said I'm gonna leave you...
Someone in the horizon-
Though I tried to pull you out from my heart...
Outside darkness is thick covers all,
strangle sounds and create silence...
Revisiting my family, by looking at old photos,
missing the best part of me, all their kindness...
Writing makes me feel borderless,
my many journeys makes me feel explorative...
Finally you beat me, the flu,
And the needles found flesh to dig in...
The spring is unfolding under your wings,
Protected are your flowers from frost and snow...