Strange Pictures

Don't read;

feel the words. They weep

in full moon.

The hills were

moving. Trees wouldn't

wear the dresses.

I was not ready

for autumn. Can you come

back after the death

of hope?

The stalkers

stand in ... more

Don't Kill The Moonlight

Dying inch by inch

to catch you between the poems

before night ends.

Life changes words

without sounds and vowels.

You will not find truth.

Create a wound

for me to print image

of fall from honeycomb.

Fear Of Losing Someone

Your memory returns

to listen to waterfall

and watch sunset.

Body speaks to soul,

interpreting eternity.

Something doesn't die.

Whom to call in dark

when you blow-off the lantern?

Hail the arrow man?

No

Reaching the end of

life, are you ready to listen

when I don't speak?

The charisma of

gods was wavering, you will

smear the poles red.

Step by step moon

climbs down, the blue lake, for

last rites of blaze.

Glinting

Ready to barter my

last wish with your tulips

glowing in eyes.

I didn't ask for

any help to decipher my

blue dream of edge.

Two little words may

be sufficient to

resuscitate charm.

Meditating Again

Adoration short of

consonants, was a sin

of little gods.

My silent prayers

beseeched you again, like

humming raindrops.

Kiss my bodiless

sleep in sad poems, when

the scars of words start

moaning.

Not to wake ... more