They find me beautiful
Some send their furtive glances
On my way like a coy mistress
Others confront me in the eyes.
...
I laugh
A thousand springs rush
Down the mountain slope
The swing of my hips as I walk
...
We are now
Two fallen leaves,
Floating downstream
While drifting apart
...
You call it love
your tool of torture
upon my body,
on my soul.
...
My love, you said,
'Lets walk in the rain',
Falling elegantly through the air,
Dripping as never ending strings
...
My world
static now.
I am dead to everything
except the sound of the sea
...
My mother,
she is lying there,
on her bed.
She seems to fade
...
You know, these days sometimes
I am almost in love with death.
You are surprised.
But I too wonder if it is possible
...
A heaviness persists on my soul
like a foggy curtain in January morning.
Give me a little sunshine,
the sun refuses to rise in my sky
...
A wild feeling crept into me
and wanted to yell, to holler out.
May be a drunk feeling
arose from a fascination
...