We are together in pieces
made of a  poem facade
like howls of a big dog
cry  the sky

something right
is there if but
a kiss or a sigh
so, open your eyes

aggressive, albeit alibis
are calling , we are just fine.
much too steep
the pictures in my mind are

not long enough
you closed your eyes-
once again a lonely night
for once I'm sane and blurred again
bleeding out...

I like your sorry, for
always words for me
worry, bury me.

There's nothing more romantic
          in my eyes
        Than holding your hand
   And talking about our lives
          Because in my mind
The only thing better than the fantasy
        Is the intimacy I feel
  When it's just you and me
            *connecting

When the dark days come
and a man searches
for high ground

like a lost explorer,
a man going nowhere,

a wanderer with no ballad,

a man who dreams
to the beat of the dark
night's drum

playing light
of the moon, yet
out of tune

like the gloom only a poet
feels alone in a cold room.