Oh flower in us your scent, sweet love.
Let our roots enroot, deep into your soul...

Like pencils locked in drawers,
one by one, remained silent...

It's not a day or a night that I would like,
Or an afternoon or a midnight that I would prefer...

Are you a thorn or are you not?
You sting my stress away with just a touch...

Maybe the stars were out of my reach,
exactly how you used to preach...

Who would have known
that a mere hourglass...

The sun does shine when there are no clouds in...
Yet whose to say that the sun does not shine as...

You are too young and too much of an amateur
to be looking for clues where there are none...

On an Sunday morning, when the crisp fall air...
"Such were the days when once the memories of...

It seems the oceans where I swim
have opened up to me...

I thought my thoughts were clear
like rivers flowing with streams...

Where within awaits a whale
a splasher of water in the face...