dreaming breeze,
tell me,
who put you in my heart,
who breaks our cries,
who keeps us on our knees,

please, look into my eyes,
promise me the darkest blue, promise me your arms,
in them let the echo hit the forest,  knock at the door of each leave and ask:
   when are you coming?

this loneliness is superfluous,
these roads are superfluous, thoughts are meaningless,
even the rain is a stranger, an intruder,

to leave,
to  leave, to leave us alone,  and burn the desire of madness,
and burn  the roots of the grass, O, Lord,
give us the day when we are water in the riverbed,
light in the creed of the moment,

whisper in the wind you are all i have,
you are all i have in my heart,

when do you come?

matin

mini boon
got you
so soon
this lit'l
boo to
suit and
end the
blues with
petunias that
bloom with
smoke in
their room
and nocturn
with owl
matin was
in the
red house

Nocturne (Friends Without)

I sit with two others in a dimly lit room.
My friends.
We laugh and talk through the evening
and into the night.
But others come, bringing sickness.
My friends
I no longer know them.
In their heads, their eyes are not their own.




Nocturne (Friends Within)

I hate what I cannot see, and shun those
I can’t understand.
I will try, I promise I will try, to grow.
Let it in.
So I too can stare upon a world alien
and strange.
Do I even know myself?
Are these eyes even my own anymore?