6.19.2004

give me a book
let me touch its soul
travel in my mind

6.18.2004

I'm tired to my core
slow ebb of my soul - this fog
steal my life

6.17.2004

summer this quiet
now - and then will come at will
silent me

6.16.2004

Pablo Neruda
you take hold of this white rose
purest life

6.15.2004

the poet prophet
never seen - only honored
after death

6.14.2004

this not the - you hear
I speak - the air grabs my words
so my haze

6.13.2004

silent me in the
yet one and - do you see me
I am