A mostrar mensagens de Dezembro, 2012

my new ela

underneath the sky of mother-of-pearl
no more need to
close my eyes and
drive over cliff
for this is right.
this is right.I stand upright on this big bright ball
I do what I do
love whom I love
and that is you.
in love with life.
so short.go

inside out

we plunge into each other's eyes
and live in here
making everything right
our souls the world

winter dream

the virginal field of white flows up into
the whiteness of no sky

when a sudden speck of black
becomes a deer
becomes a tear
from deep within a dream

your postcard was the silent world now
through which we drove,
my heart white with
the hum of love