Poetry never abandons me.
It follows me wherever I go.
It is the wreath that will be
Laid across my coffin and
...
We were in a gargantuan cathedral
When it was time
To say Christ's Peace
You took my hand in yours
...
We plunged into another world
Only armed with hope
To make it through
We selflessly meshed
...
A beautiful heart can always
See the wonders
In a wrinkled leaf
And dried grass.
...
They carpet the hills
Line the long winding roadways
Rainbows on the ground.
...
The dew of the dawn,
Touches my cheek and
Slides to my lips.
Oh how cold, how cold!
...
I have a small kite
Made of Japanese paper
Craft sticks and long string
I let it fly in the sky
...
Like a soft shell
Afraid that she might be squashed
When I hold her tight
It makes me feel
...
The gentle wind blows to the North,
against the knotted rope like
Cordillera Mountain Ranges.
It whispers and kisses
...
She is lying hidden
Inside a pear-shaped shell
A rough, rock-hard outside
So porcelain white inside
...