Let me put back
the rhythm to the song...
Wind, the uninterrupted language which holds the...
the silence pursues us to listen with the deepest...
Such a pensive state the clouds are in
It sits as a crown on the head of the mountain...
Gentle Autumn breeze, fly swiftly past me.
Bring forth cold breaths of new life...
Water risen high
Drawn by the rays of the sun...
Sitting quietly at Meyer Park
on the banks of Cypress Creek...
Night falls
and with it silence is broken...
Entrailes were sucked by grief
and pleasure bruised...
You go for a daily ritual
to water a passion tree...
Seizing a chance in
a trice, in one dark September...
Spring's bringing leaflets
developing their flowers...
You were old.
I could tell by scars and...