soft is falling rain.
sad as heaven’s bitter tears.
blinded angels’ eyes.
Archives for May 2018
light fight
night will hardly sleep
spending time stalking the day.
fighting against light.
homo diablo
the devil lives here.
it walks and talks just like us.
homo diablo.
here year
the years are old men
carried upon timeless wings.
i get dragged along.
voice less
in the forest wind
i hear the world’s saddest song.
sung in my own voice.
sawing logs
sweet slumbering sleep
embrace me in your soft arms
into your bosom.