The winter sand that still remains
Along the walks and streets
Makes a sweet, seductive sound
Underneath my feet,
Like a lover clears her throat,
When about to speak...

I loved you so obnoxious blossoming petals
oh how blindly i focused
Eyes neglecting your thorns ;
it was easy to forget that i was worth quite the same
It was harder to remember from which door i had came
i would clutch you in my palms and hold you close to my nose
Now my hands have some holes ;
and my blood is exposed...

I loved you so obnoxious blossoming petals
oh how happy you made me
Whiffs of joy killed dispair ;
it was easy to forget that i was still on my own
No one actually there
no one entered my zone...
No one really has possession of others
this idea is alluding
Ties your heart in a knot
are these devils intruding
Were they always around ?
watching as i withstand
To push my face in the ground..

I live,
In the lucidity of dreams
Undreamt

Eternally naked,
In front of a crowd
Yet, dwelling
In a trench coat style
I'll bare you my soul,
Yet hide my face
I prefer my words, on the wind
Felt,
Never heard
A fading voice
In the chamber of
Never Unlocked
In the realm of things touched
I remain untouched
Unkown
Reality holds no fascination for my eyes
I went blind when the hopscotch grid got washed away by the rain

I live
In the lucidity,
Of dreams
Undreamt

I now know why the universe does not distinguish the days
Any more than we would a grain of sugar in a jar
I have dreamt and in that dream I awoke
To the language of everything I did not understand
I heard in its muffled voice, an infinite joke
As I smelt the sea thousands of miles inland.
I slept and in that sleep I saw me, as I’d once been:
Transformed from the dead, and free from transgression
I swam garlanded in the sea, and renewed by its briny waves,
The days had stretched forever along the coast
But I did not know then that nothing would last
How every atom that was me would accelerate through a new host
And that only dreams and memories could transport me
Back to the tang of the sea that day, and the scent of blossom
Yet I think that I finally understand now the reticence of the stars
To tell not of a future but reflect only their past.