poetry,
you are music to my eyes...

A cricket
chirping...

standing near a precipice
too wide, too deep...

Today, I awoke yearning to pray.
The air I breathe feels uneasy...

In you, I live to die.
For life is death...

My lord, tomorrow when it’s dark and cold
and hopes are grounds that shake without control...

My lord,
Forgive me if Sometimes...

My lord,
You are a candle on the table of my life...

I can't let my thoughts wander,
my mind is a temple in ruins...

You were fire? No, you were water.
And in you, I dove...

In the village of Heydon,
a civil parish of Norfolk, England...

I knew it
that mirror I found...