As I walk the streets,
and as the sunsets...
One day, the Dust said to a Broom,
“Love, sweep me off the floor...
My lord,
You are a candle on the table of my life...
Heaven! Heaven! Where are you?
I searched for you in dreams I dreamt...
the number of infected people keep on rising
like waves trying to drown us...
I wanna run into the arms of the Present
and tick tock my way out out of my worries...
Tomorrow a flower grows
in fields of sorrow, fed by shadows of an Oak...
Something is Off and it’s not the light.
The room is illuminated...
May the sun! May the moon!
May the stars and the sea...
I used to write a poem a day
but who am I kidding...
This winter
the sky is cold white...
that boy you called a twig
was the compass who guided me home...