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…
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
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
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
How is time So quick to pass And the weeks So far between? How is love
I often wish I needed water and food More than I do But When I’m like this
