You are me  outside the garden fence
You walk barefoot on my feet
The garden wakes up
and lites two lilies  in the dark
.....
Mebi
I almost survived
but I looked back
I saw your name choking
I shouted  and shouted and shouted  your name
till I fell off the shoulder of  the speech

Freedom said to me
If you slave yourself
nothing can set you free
Birds lose loose feathers when they fly.
Be  free
Be free even from what you think of me
Freedom said to me

O bleeding lilac within my heart
I feel your presence in every room
How could you undo my twilight
With staring shortly at your blossom

My coffee is an imperfect crime
No witness knows who has gone a way  
With a timeless smell of a placeless time
In a brownish trip in a snowy day

Chewing on silence thinking of you
Planting your lilac in a Mayan vase
dipping the sun in misty hue
Making your bed and washing your face

talking so much and saying a few
you placed your ear on echoing  chest
of a leaving man on traveling snow
you breath him only in a morning mist

Pine needles poked my horizon
Told me I’m not alone
Your eyelashes did the same  
Last night!

My heart is a bunch of grapes
Your hands are two vine leaves
On my chest.
Your feet are two doves
On my tiled dream

The six o’clock train
Knows I clouded my juice
Kissing your face
That I see when I drink your voice

I climb your name
And pick some stars
To prepare my light lunch

When you are gone
I hang a sign on the door of my soul
“I’ll be right back”

Oh little Mano ,
what are you here looking for?
- I lost the keys to the seventh door.
when I was walking  beside that pine.
-then little Mano,
why are you looking in the shrine?
because it's night
Here the lanterns are so bright .

This aftermoon.
I'll hide my heart In giddy laughter
and keep it far from wailers
when why's are seeking their answer
I'll inch with a tape like all tailors
I laugh and sing and hide in a song

Oh woman of a jacket smells like peach
lonely lonely
as an empty bench on an empty beach
my wrinkled hands around my face
lonely lonely
as wooden words around a space
too hard to fill, to hard to delete
lonely lonely
I see you leaving on my feet
waiting for nothing in the aftermoon
lonely lonely
seeing nothing but the yester noon
oh woman of a hair smells like mine
smells like madness only
we were the prayers and the shrine
I feel so lonely