Mmmmmm...
At dusk when the
moonflowers show their
faces to the silver stars.

Mmmmmm...
At dawn when the
monflowers hide their
faces from the golden sun.

Mmmmmm...
You will find me
under the shadow of the willows,
dreaming of him as he recites
verses of poetry to me.

Mmmmmm....

Sending vines of thorns
to grow upon high stone walls.

  *- I will touch every star in the sky...

from the    deepest pit
  resting in   my heart
   screams in terror
  choice, now error,
           i love
           you

I told you
But
You did not
Listen to that voice
That is me

In a world
where words
breaks and mends
  -- trust and hearts
sometimes
questions are better than tears
and
what ifs are better than fears

a picture is a thousand words
while poetry is a million translations
of feelings said by one
to all