Saint Cyr

I cannot sleep,
the night has come to sleep,
inside me.
the night shall keep me awake
all night.
I am waiting
in the
crumbling
corridors of time
listening
still listening...
to the hidden sounds of sand.

THERE SHE GOES ...

And she
leaves
carrying
my broken heart
in the pit of her
soul
crying smiling singing
like a pebble
rolling down a
stream

And there she goes

And she
leaves
carrying
my broken heart
in the pit of her
soul
crying smiling singing
like a pebble
rolling down a
stream

For a Friend

If I go,

I shall leave you

my Hands

Dipped in words,

And

My sleep

Drenched in

Stars

And I

Shall take

From you

A song

Of

Silent

Mirrors

in

the plenitude of night.

SNOWBOOTS

wearing my nights
she walks

the bleak city groans
and turns in its sleep

am I a dream sticking to her
feet
keeping them warm ?
leaving marks on
the snow
like time or love or death?