Life had come into my life
And furtively, had taken away
...
Suspended,
hanging by destiny's thread,
predicting the collapse
with an apparent certainty: —
...
We do not appertain to Earth,
Even if we are conceived to survive;
Our souls since our birth,
For esoteric knowledge strive.
...
kneeling on the graves
amongst purple irises
reading epitaphs—
she ascends poetic realms
...
Five o'clock. An afternoon of January.
The chimney is incandescent with fire:
Warmth, comfort, and pleasant mood.
The sun is slow, yet rapidly weaving good-bye
...
As I usually do,
I've spent my morning
Thinking of you;
Obsessively repeating,
...
Never enough—never fulfilled!
You always dream of another dream!
And as you search, and you don't find,
Your dear dream fades out of sight.
...