Red hot coin

Please, please inside

My house is yours,

Hang your masks on the wall

Throw away your armour

The neighbors don’t mind the clatter

They’re all deaf, you see

Their silence hangs

Like a red hot coin, straight from the fire;

A star hanging over them

From it a thousand beam of illumination 

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Crescent

Whispers in an ancient language 

Trees clocked under mist

A half moon lingers

The cat closes his eyes again

And turns his head

Shadow

You’re in the water

While I’m standing on the shore

Why do I feel your voice

Taking in my air.

I’d put you in a frame

But you flicker as the light fades

Falling away, like rain.