needle is worn out
dulled
thread is worn out
disconnected
marbles decided to scatter themselves
upon the floor
opened the door and went out
into the garden
to the street
beyond the traffic light
on the clouds
flied high to the sky
as night falls
they became stars
became starlights
a little bit of love
entered the room
through the window glass.

The ocean
                  the rushing cupidity
                                                     and then clouds.
and then rain

A luxury cruise ship
                                   the flashing lights
                                                                  they become stars
covering the sky.

You are
root of Love
trunk of Faith
with branches of hope
bearing the fruits of joy

And
whoever deserves to taste those fruits
your heart that longs for peace.

If you're a friend,
“meanings and goals should be the same”
No
“Meanings should be different but goals should be the same”
They don't have to be
“It's okay to have different meanings and different goals”
If there is love
then what is the role of a friend?

Build a deconstruction

Love sent me a letter
without paper
and no stamps
unreadable
baffling letter.

Lullaby
Stars and Winds of the Universe
came and became a quilt
and pillows
and breathed together.