My shadow the only shade;
I run home to open windows.
A crow laughs over seven lanes
And flies seven streets,
A hand through my hair!- it’s just breeze.
The airs cool when the lane dips,
And soft rain drips glass buttons.
Writing, poetry and more writing.
My shadow the only shade;
I run home to open windows.
A crow laughs over seven lanes
And flies seven streets,
A hand through my hair!- it’s just breeze.
The airs cool when the lane dips,
And soft rain drips glass buttons.
You within me braiding my blood
Don’t kill sleeping thoughts
Until you can carry their universe;
The soul of fire, the fire of soul in you-
Programming the programmers.
Forests,like clouds,
Are very slow fireworks;
The densest part of a dream
Is when there’s nothing left to feel.
What separates
The two of us
Starry night
Lady Bug
Holds fast a leaf,
Surfs the wind.
Apple of my eye,
Fall down for me,
I know gravity,
On cold, windy, stormy nights,
Windows thump, rattle and beat,
The rain so quickly passed,
Like thuds of a human hearts.
A few steps back
The mountain
Ain’t so big
A soft night where the candle lashes at the ceiling
breaking and making, a hundred veils.
With the quiet flame mirroring every rising step
and every fall, and fleeing razor breeze
a melting darkness and shrinking quiet.
Crimson clouds behind the walls,
Roosting near a crow caws.
Here she weaves her brocade;
The river girl seemed to fade.
Made of gray yarn like the rain
In the lonely room insane.