One must not shelter
trees nor stones from a great storm...

Evanescent sparks
light up, flare bright, fade away...

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,"
John said as he smiled...

I look up at the crystalline blue skies;
Too cold, too clear, and too unforgiving...

A pitter and a patter,
Spitter and spatter...

I sit in my room,
A cold and hard November...

As you traced the last curve
of the Sun's smile on my hand...

Head full of winnings,
heart full of gain...

In my eyes,
In my soul...

I can write angry poetry too.
Bad things have happened to me...

Life-stars:
burning the sky...

The ground shakes.
Each step is harder...