My dream was one day ordering a drink and finding out it tasted wonderful.
LoreleiIt is no night to drown in:A full moon, river lapsingBlack beneath bland mirror-sheen,The blue water-mists droppingScrim after scrim like fishnetsThough fishermen are sleeping,The massive castle turretsDoubling themselves in a glassAll stillness. Yet these shapes...
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
But writing poems and letters doesn’t seem to do much good.
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.
I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I’m here.
How frail the human heart must be―a mirrored pool of thought.