You visit me
in dreams...
Two hands are knitting time
perpetually...
These forlorn daffodils
talk about the whiteness of your bones...
what can I ask for, so the Night
would come to an absolute stop...
Imagination
Makes...
The painted flower on the vase
perched on the ledge said...
Like a little sparrow
lost in the rain...
I made a star for you
And I set it in the sky...
So much passion altering from feeling to...
measuring the seas with the concavities of rugged...
Oscillation means equilibrium
between stillness movement...
He said, "Leave me alone.
Can’t you see I am a cripple now...
Who are you?
I say...