to bring the wind what it listens for :: how many dreams are needed

fields of dark sky sink away gathering the capsized rain

as a child i often laughed though the house would later burn down

nothing in the sky that points to my death

just a glimpse of the pine that will take my place

your glow is the moon in an ocean of its own

just dunes dreaming beside me :: it feels easy to be the sea

afterlife in the middle of the night, i hear silence arranging a troubled sea

everything i love is where no one has walked

then i felt your spirit twirl the leaves in a place where the world is thin

through a hole in the wind you hand me :: the yellow dress of the sun

how do i explain my death without touching your body

stone as smooth as the fate of the moon rolling out of the sea

white face of the moon on a separate blue path

whose flight is ever finished before the sky grows old and opaque

there are many broken lines i see in a single living tree