I often wish I needed water and food More than I do But When I’m like this
How is time So quick to pass And the weeks So far between? How is love
Love and flowers And monsters and beasts All the green in the world The envy, Planted,
Hades himself May come kiss my hand For I have died And been to Hell From it’s ashes
I’ll write and write Until my mind is empty Or at least until it’s not so heav… And if I end up Having written a library
Life Is made of moments In which You lay upon your eyes And dream
Today The birds sung specially loud Or I am specially keen oh their s… I went outside to breath And came back breathless
Another poem lost on me Because I didn’t run down the sta… To write it Like a ship lost at sea Because there were no maps or star…
