BIG DREAMS
swollen moon’s gravity
Lonely tsunamis flatten lands
Rising to orbits;
Omnipresent crush
Oppressive blush
The chosen dawning too late
We die too soon
LIVE TOMORROW
There are hours when I’m nothing
But years of trouble close
With troubles overcome
New troubles that I reach for
Love, save me from myself
Forgotten; I have lived
Not enough
For that vain monster comes slow
Wit in fallow eyes
A caresses rush of hairs
As if all is not to chance
A tomorrow’s magical dance
When tomorrow will never know
Tomorrow sleeps alone
Those hours
Those years of hours and days
When I was someone
else.
FALL
She drinks because everybody talks with little happening in their lives, and she, so very sensitive and intuitive, a play thing for them, drinks some more because they fall.