I've been told
My poetry doesn't make a lick of sense...
I am SEEN but not
RECOGNIZED...
i wish you could see through my kaleidoscopic...
my skies are forever echoing your light...
Bright lights, brighter than the sun, than the...
Where have I gone? Has my time come so soon...
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i don't think the soul lives in our eyes...
I plucked you from a meadow because I was...
As you sit within that vase, I gradually watch you...
This is you this splendorous shine...
A hundred times my words
have changed but my voice...
May be I was a blanket for the sky:
obscure too dark... filled with light...
You say songs sung in the snow
strip the heartstrings bare...
Silence enfolded my heart
as your mysterious request for forgiveness...
There's a thought in me
that is like a bird...