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...
HAVE YOU SEEN MY LITTLE DRAGON FRIENDS?
Here in the Sub-Tropics they are everywhere you...