My hands are empty as are yours
and perhaps scores even
even there was so much as
anguish, loss and suffering
...
All I remember now
is that I wanted Light
more Light
to the point of insanity
...
What would you like to know about me?
Should I say
...
I see some doors open
before me, some behind
near and far
as if I were in a game
...
Moments are like leaves
they unfold and fade out
and one day the wind
gives them little wings
...
Once my brother fell ill
two and half year old
ceased to toddle one evening;
They took him to a doctor
...
A sting long struck us
the venom now runs slowly
with blood; and time bears fruit.
The poet, the lover, the rebel
...