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