a flowery curtain adorns my room
      I look at it from time to time
   the flower is a blood red
but the leaves are a bit dead

  dead leaves
      crackling as I walk
         it’s a dream I know
            but I cannot stop
    perhaps I’m alone
        among dead leaves and stones
           staring at a bright little spot

BUT IT'S A LONG SHOT

I’m not a crackpot
not inside my room at least,
my door opens from time to time
but on the curtain beside my bed,
the leaves look a bit dead
...or so I said

Beneath the embrace of our hands, ran a silver lining;
We walked along it, purposefully.
A gloomy late afternoon, a half-lit street;
We passed by dainty shops that seemed strangely uninteresting.
The dying afterglow of a summer spent together in New York,
summed up in a nervous kiss and a flurry of downward glances
— you’re leaving.

The characters I have sired over the years,
Are layers of a ground that still isn't mine

Time runs,
Rupturing the shells as the days crumble.
And I stumble,
over and over,
over myself

I yearn for love that is blind,
but I long to hear that my
eyes and lips are pretty

I champion love that is mind over matter,
but I cannot help but trace the shape of your body
and be happy that it is beautiful

In between the blinking of your eyes,
and in between catching your sweet smiles,
I've seen love, felt love, tasted it perhaps

Let us gaze into each other a bit more,
Let us speak in silent ways,
Let us know that when we search for peace,
here is where we find it.