Waiting for the petals
Blown by spring winds
To brush gently
Past my face
Blushing pink

The reflection of the Sun
In the moon
Light
Falls on my windowsill

Dampness

Telling of the old house
Of misused energy in search for truth
Can you smell the rotting of wood?


Touched
I fear the roof will cave
Walls delicate of over-grown skin


I haven't yet begun but I've already swept miles
How can it be that I've missed these piles of stones?
Heavy


Once believing in complete trust
Once more grieving for a round smooth pebble
Wishing to find it and finish this smile

Ahead of myself

Projecting my mind

thoughts abound

racing pulse

my body behind

Pinhole iris

focus ahead

nothing left

but fleshy abyss

Momentary fantasy

take me away

now I'm back

and find it's day

I stay

for a while

until I'm taken

by another ride

Distrust

Looking at you,
watching me.
Afraid of what you might see.

Watching you,
looking at me.
Is there any truth to what I see?

Molding the surface,
as pleasant as can be.
Fear of you rejecting me.

Hiding in my mind,
driven by mistrust.
No trust in you,
nor me...



.

Take me away

Take me away.
Turning my head,
avoiding eyes.
Let me disappear,
in my own disguise.

Take me away.
To the extreeme,
the state of a dream.
Let me hide,
in my illusions of the mind.