Monthly Archives: February 2018

Cold lips on closed eyes,

Winter ends with a Spring rise.

As mountains to skies.

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Words fall on deaf ears,

no longer heard is your tread.

Here you lie in bed.


Floating

above sleep;

writing dreams

of a new sleep,

having slept

without dreaming.


Clinging to me

like rain,

you are not only

in the sun.