I walked the shore one lonesome night;
a shore so far from your embrace.
I heard the waves lap at the shore
and heard the voice of the sweetly singing sea.
...
There is a big black stone
on my chest
that keeps growing heavier.
I thought I was free
...
There’s a constant rumble
To the pounding beat
Of the people’s hearts
As the rhythm of the street.
...
I buried your heart
one fine spring day
and planted
a sighing rose
...
Children are the wind,
gone so soon,
but pleasant and lovely,
like the light of the moon.
...
It rains in my heart
like it rains on my window.
Cold glass
being beaten down
...
The road is narrow,
the pavement cracked.
I'm still enamored
with it's mosaic of grey
...
I feel a calm panic,
a sort of trapped fear,
driving particular small town streets
late at night.
...
What is beauty?
Where is
that strangling nymph
that so many men
...
The snow drifts down,
blue, white,
glassy on the tree branches-
The snow makes rhythm
...