someone else

it was only the leaves swirling in the wind that had color then
the rest was a mirage - objects with no clear shapes, colors or names

dream is not reality
and reality is not a dream

why chase one when you have another and vice versa
why someone else's cup of tea always tastes better

why the color of my eyes changes after each rain and never gets back to its original

I've sinned

could love be served straight?

tear clear

through poppy field I run
to catch and befringe

with tear clear thread

shadows of the cranes
heading south


after the last rain

ballad of my autumns

I heard pears falling onto my roof again
and saw the stars mirrored onto all other skies at once

three steps back, where..

where

where frozen smiles and joys were left to age
while tears and fears were tighten to my slender feet



now would I climb that roof again with

such

weight on me

shiver

when we talk about her
we talk less

something

please, turn me
inside
out

there is something missing

please, flip me
upside
down

there is something missing

please, get
in
and
out


there is something



missing



(visual from http://streetqueen.deviantart.com/)

last summer dance

here I am

my bare feet scuffle leaves on cold evening grounds
westerly wind curls eyelashes and tickles the back of my neck

I can hear the fox nearby


and


I am finally ready for it


me and the other half of my shadow will dance to celebrate the secrets and sorrows of this grand summer

I wish that all the waters would stop flowing for that moment filled with stubborn grace