Poetry books

Pale blue

 

Pale blue

And breeze

How light the wind blows

Calm of the summer

From the sea

Livid.

A cry.

Slight sneeze,

Who moans of pleasure

Who has the desire

Who settles in the sun.

We’re gone like the waves

And alone,

no more words

that cheers us in the evening.

Soul and earth.

Pain and old wound.

Unpublished

 

Look for me in the storm

When you lose the desperate sense.

 

Be home.

 

In the night where the waters

They permeate existence hears my cry.

Of a heartbreaking defeat.

 

Don’t just introduce yourself.

 

We are many but well hidden

And we wait for a new dawn to come.

Painted.