He is that laughter that
never finds a tall tree...

A thousand words fail me,
unable to overcome the agony...

On the edges of a crumbling cloud,
lost I stood...

The one thing I am sure about,
on a day just like this one...

I said everything is wrong
and she asked me to write about it...

Numb, I last still, standing above
inflamed prints that your steps...

Dear Eyes of Hope
You awaken inside of me...

Alone I walk a field of pure, and fine dimness
dreams are wasted, as moments grow aimless...

You make me irrelevant -
out of balance...

Thank you for the flowers
you sowed in my spring backyard...

Alas, it's sadness
which within I sail...

Deep Inside
I'm the lost path of all wanderers...