The poet's heart is sharp
Sharper than a sword
Its edge is a word
It cuts bored
Word
Or bird
Absurd
Pours in the cup
Blood
Mixed with fog
Mugged by a vampire
From a king of an empire
The bird sings a word
And adds a note.

My heart was harder than a stone,
Yet when she touched it,
It melted; so did my bone.
Through the eyes she reached it,
The touch was warmer than the moon.

Crazy am I since that noon?
When the sun fiercely shone,
Drawing a view on her face,
Beautifying the whole place,
As an everlasting boon,
If she did not disappear that soon.

You work so hard, you struggle,
Like the sunrise against the clouds
And it is not yet clear, my dear
You have to keep working, struggling
As it will never be
As it used to be
Struggle my dear, may I hear you
Sighing…
For the sigh may raise you high
Higher that the moon
And may you sing a song soon
My dear,
It is not yet clear
Keep struggling, I want to measure
How long you will keep up
Raising
Above and over the clouds
Like an eagle knowing
One day he will meet the ground
My dear,
It is not yet clear
As it will never be
But you have to be     struggling
I have to see you as an ant seen
Sailing a leaf trying to cross the river
I want to see you shiver
I want you to suffer
You have to struggle
My dear
And it is not yet clear
Keep scratching with the nails
It will never be clear.

I came from a vast Desert
to see what waterfalls look like
but I found out
that
which I had not thought about!
Water falls down
hits the ground
makes a sound.

Read them
and
redeem
yourself
from
Restlessness,
Lead them
in the darkness
of craziness
and laziness.
when thoughts
crawl
to dwell
in the brains cellules,
shyness
disappears
while ears
hear
silence
striking
a balance
between the noises
creating
alliance
against
my
Sleep.

I wonder why!
while why wonders
finiding no answers
an answer.