In this dark living room,
I stare at the street light...
What may come of the sunflowers
blossoming before schedule...
I saw her wear her
dark night secret...
Here I lay
Wide awake...
If I stay or If I go
If I run or If I walk...
The stars
in the night sky...
Can you feel it building?
Are you starting to get hot...
In the shelter of my mind
through the window of my eyes...
I guess you called up Dante
you seem to know him well...
Every poem is precious
because every poem is a delicate flower...
I'll Return to Mother Earth
toil my hands within her roots...
forgive me but there are some days
in which the gods can't touch...