in front of the fireplace I fall asleep and dream of snow that will come upon me
ink on paper, yellow lamplight glows above; light wind and stars
“Not enough hours in a day” – for slaving to the system? no, thank you, go away!
all day, all day long I wait for few minutes of romance to share… that someone wasn’t there…
some people buy lovely little houses but overlook the fact their ego can’t fit in
I asked for help but didn’t know I had such “busy”, “busy” friends
early birds sing early songs; bright light shines, bright twilight crawls
he will stare every time till my cheeks start burning, but if I cast a look away from me he’s turning
in the starry, starry night I light a candle, close my eyes and listen to the cats in love
when I am a friend they search for someone else; I vanish – they hurry back again
Ripple in the sand I am and nothing that I do can change it
silent room. light drizzle. incense stick evaporates. dim the lights and sleep.