Hope
climbing...

If night were a
compulsion...

Remembering with
unfamiliar eyes...

It's as if my heart started spinning
and the beautiful mirrors around me...

I want to stitch back every dream
he was told would never make it...

These words are too hungry
for my soul's peace...

You bore the mark of a crusade
upon your heart...

I'm told that time
conspires against...

How I dream of nights like these,
when I knew nothing that was...

Delirium
is my abysmal...

He lays freely
on his side...

I dreamed of you last night,
regrettably...