Upon one summer’s evening, in a ruin garden
I was writing a poem
Of loneliness
And many other feelings
That rage inside my immortal self
All in Poetry
entrée that of a corollary
the meals are always ordinary,
so I guess you could call this tale of mine cautionary.
all because I didn’t bring someone extraordinary;
Things I Told You At Midnight
When I look at you
into your eyes, which are kissed
by the goddess Aphrodite herself
I cannot help but to feel at ease
Permafrost
Freezing,
everything around us has been buried under the softness,
the delicateness of longing for endless summers
For the memories of light, warm touches under the Sun
Why did it have to be you?
Why, why, why out of all people was it you
Why was it you who pulled me out of the starless dark into the blinding sun