The world always opens and closes you
like a well-prepared sentence...

Memories, forever laid in Yesterday's bosom,
Why? Only there, can it blossom...

Walking through the bridge of sleep,
memories whisper in my ear...

your leaves
(when they part with you in autumn...

Will we ever be here again tomorrow?
In this place, which feels so much like a dream...

I don’t know why
the light you shone...

You know, in the end,
I'm just a drawing made...

It seemed all was lost: happiness along with all.
Phantoms lurked silently as I screamed...

'Sally... she died,' my daughter, Lily, whispered...
She wept...

How are you? My wise, unmoving friend.
You, whose leaves today hold - carefully...

Sometimes, you tell me of your dreams:
Distant, yet vivid enough...

Why do you write me secrets
you know I will never understand...