As we grow old
this much I know...

Euphoric layers of
images nonsensical...

Happiness is
in essence...

Life, what is it at any rate
the proverbial stage...

If calm comes after
storms and rain...

Rain without drying up the sky
live without regretful sighs...

In the rose
I'll find your ghost...

Life is a cycle of
art poetry and songs...

Words unravel my soul
words reveal the pam I dont know...

Who are you
my virgin lover...

Who bothers to write
while tired and drained...

The certainty of death
is the only certainty...