The Criminal I heard They killed you Shot you in the head Three times They felt Just one was not enough To vent the hatred they had nursed A long time I heard…… They buried you, Somewhere far Hid their crime In wilderness As if Just leaving you dead Read more…
By the intricate curves of a milky way
Thy tiny spirit shoots up
Rises above the insignificant
Entity that it has been
And enters a stranger world
Of miracles to
Seek and become whole.
Dark night approaches
And the blue shore is quiet
As the ever roaring sea sleeps
The moon hung mysteriously
Behind the mists
before dawn
Drawing to its silent majesty
My loyal gaze.
To him who can’t be named
By the deepening lines on his forehead
When he looks intensely at something new
I interpret my dreams
By the arches of his eyebrows
My heart beats faster with a dull thumping sound
Though it loves no more
Nor does it cherish hope
Life seems like a sad, sad dream
