The full moon hovers high above
the darkness of the forest...
The ambrosial ending
of the day. I was not sure...
Moon in dying
on the icy bridge...
Leaning against the shadow
of self, starting the...
..so hear my plea, of mans misdeed,
to help our world, no more to bleed...
I take me,
in the whirlpool of bridges...
I catch the sadness
of gray woods. Stone by...
Howling wind!
Why were you gathering the...
A tree waits to hug me
after shedding the...
It was a glass house.
A burning boat capsizes...
The God refuses to accept
the infant universe...
The puddles by my window
softly shiver in the wind...