Some days I’m a wilted flower
yearning for the clouds to rain upon me...

There once was a flower
so wild and rare...

Right where the moon becomes full
Up in the sky so clearly obscure...

I’m dying
I’m dying everyday...

Summer, hummer, humming bird
Comes a runner, sprinter, lunger, falling here...

Sometimes, I’m a cracked egg
laughing...

“a fork is all you need” he said
“that’s all you need” he reassured himself...

I dreamt of nights with black
stars gazing in my eyes...

Remember that roof at the top of the hill,
where the breeze of the sea serenaded our sleep...

some days is as if
i were an airplane being piloted by God knows what...

It was you,
my blues...

at bedtime
my eyelids...