It will not happen
again, the eye contact
with swaying moon.
...
Why bewildered?
There is always something
to say to unknown,
...
Light the candle, I
fed creepy in the grey
night of terror.
...
Like woodpecker
someone knocks at door
to deliver acorns.
...
I dreamed of you.
Otherworldly. Blue and tender.
Not my pain anymore.
...
In stasis, time
was ready to abandon you,
I suffer intensely.
...
I thought we knew
each other by our shadows.
Stratosphere laughs.
...
Honesty. Was it the
sickness of mind? Ask the
spirit of water.
...
A sparrow knits the―
dim moonlight to sleep in
my arms all night.
...
December moon
and you, not to blink for a
while in the shadow.
...