I found a dandelion,
That once someone picked...
She stares at me through my window
Her eyes constant throughout the night...
Poverty of thoughts
beats you endlessly...
Fade,
gone in the Winter...
In war of attrition
with moon...
A shirtless detachment,
will speak...
In the shadow of an eternal tree
I could see...
A thought starts a fire
loosening the lips...
There it sat alone
this haunted tree on the hill...
I lay under a shady boon,
As the wind blows of a summer too soon...
The rustle of wings
in the shadows on the sea...
You walk on burning embers
like a black stone...