...Bits and pieces
like the scent of a distant
smoke
Words of a secret
breath
under the rose
Feel the touch
of the ghost
and
believe beyond reasons
Sometimes
what is real does not require
logic
So as days
in need of daylight
And when something
becomes
something else
I'd rather hear
both lies
and believe
the missing
Truth...

...In a land where I
used to think was
home
Good men were
and still are
forced to the ground
if not bribed
to worship the acrobatic idols who
mock the concept of gravity
and the wives are forbidden to
dream
and weave and to
speak in their native tongue
and their children...
The children are
locked up in caskets
to be buried alive
beneath the sins of the system
they never understood
And sometimes I wonder...
I wonder
if the rice fields
will be fertile
again...

...Wingless
a flight to the edge
beating of the heart
Bloodless
a struggle of drowning
depths
Lifeless
black and white and
truth
Light and dark
strike and fade
away into
blackness
Dreamless
a night to burden
and loosing to chance
Faithless
Lord make me see
blind me with the light
wrap me not with
reasons...