In the dark luster of the last arrival
Wrapped in the oblivion of our fathers
Surrounded by false promises
They hemmed the tracks of life

Waiting for the train to return
The train was delayed and didn't come
A swarm of sparrows flying above us
Whistling a song about summer

Spread the light; be the lighthouse!
Shine thoroughly within oblivion
Shine! Shine as bright as a lighthouse
Lead the light through the valley's gorges

I do need your shine urgently
To forget about oblivion
Shine! Shine as strong as a message
Come into my embrace at the tracks

where do a good man’s dreams go?

they leech, from brain to fingertips,
they fall & rise slow to the toes, no,
not gravity, but the weightlessness
of good dreams, up and down,
lets them invade our extremities,
so the migration is a transformation,
from dream to possible, from ephemeral,
to hardened becoming, to a realized

dream retold, nay, foretold,
in deed,
indeed,  
always, better!

I like your smile
you like mine
so far
it’s all sublime
don’t introduce your real self
in case
I have to find mine

I can’t remember myself
I’m lost
in the attraction
the bleeding need
the ***** impolite hunger
make me somehow matter
soap me with important gifts
drape me with brilliant feathers
curves that bedevil
make me pretty
to him

where is the line
between optimism
and denial?

my gentle heart
feels a fool

Render me living,
I have walked, too long
With lurid eyes, of sunken white.
My hollow heart, empty veins
A shade of black, within me:
Colors dark as night.
And the flame I have been kindling,
It too, appears
To want to die