Întâi s-a-ntristat vântul şi a trimis fulger şi frunze, a adunat norii, a bătut geamurile deschise şi-apoi a plâns cerul cu lacrimi prea mari. Ploaia aceea era a ta, Daisy!
A silence reigns inside the bracket in my heart- (A hollow brimmed with diamond shades) a pause between the hammering old valves (weighing the scars that hope kept open) comparing times of past in painting future loves, (silence reverberates in chords untouched) a quietness that reigns the meanings of a life. (inside the bracket
Staves stung by voiceless birds on their flight far from this fall, too dry, too soon, a boon to the soil, trails on a too-blue sunset scratching the sea of my sky- instantly healed by the memory of ‘Jesus loves you’ written in white on the clear blue sky over Orlando in a far distant
A misty gap between the chambers of your heart (A left upside the righteous sigh, a right down to the left behind) clenched atoms blurring your vision (the matter of your sounding mind on steps displaced from time) of walking mirrors passing by your rusty veins of life. Awaiting for the blade to glide on
Little stones in the lake we cast. (Their ripples caressed.) Hypnotic to our eyes, they vanished in one purple embrace. The lake remained himself. We rustled vowels to the sea. (Their sounds conjoined.) Harmonic convergence of our hearts the vowels absorbed. The sea remained herself. Mountains of words we climbed. (Their paths intertwined.) Hailed to