I've constructed a fortress made
entirely of mirrors and misdirection...
Would you forgive me if I told you nothing but the...
When you look at the moon, do you ever think about...
With the wings, they escape my thoughts.
With a coal, they burn my imagination...
A cricket
chirping...
Endless words,
dipped in religious colors...
I plucked you from a meadow because I was...
As you sit within that vase, I gradually watch you...
You say songs sung in the snow
strip the heartstrings bare...
May be I was a blanket for the sky:
obscure too dark... filled with light...
Make your lies and make them plenty
Waltz around the room like you're so connoisseur...
Silence enfolded my heart
as your mysterious request for forgiveness...
There's a thought in me
that is like a bird...
What a hug-less night!
what infectious cruelty...