The other world,
a battle ground,
profound,
it lays me down.

Soul searching,
Ancient ones.
The yellow sun
tormented like a rock.

I come to you
my winter heart,
others who?
Pathetic life.

Blue butterfly
Moon touched,
A poet writes:
too far my lover..

Four questions up for her
The growing evil
I can’t stay here,
Far out! the promised land.

Before the light
there is a flower girl.

The white rose
on the Wooden street,
a lone walker
will sacrifice
a paper cut.

Somewhere inside the dark
stealing in second place
realities, eternities,
A time long gone.

Wide spaces,
Legacy.
The time to break the shell.
My undulating mind.
I am the journey from untruth to truth.