Like images held in an hourglass,
each night I sleep in a capsule of time...

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

If I just knew that God does not exist
And that once Death comes to approach us all...

When the nights do come and when the days do too,
When I might be asleep or I might be awake...

As they form,
if you listen carefully, you will hear the waves...

As cats that purr when on your lap,
And that on you, might take a nap...

A pen wobbles
at the edge of a wooden desk...

Be creative, they say
make sure your words are beautiful, they say...

I wasn't a rose, nor a bud,
I wasnt blooming in love...

Everyday before dusk turns to dawn,
I read a couple of poems in my bed time...

I'm troubled.
there's too much chaos...

How lovely are the days when flowers bloom
but also when the rain comes dripping down...