I sit here on the floor
waiting by the door

for night to sleep
then I will speak

about
midnight rain
waiting for its train
about monsters so small
for humans to tame

I feel it pull
on me,
im not meant
for it,
the weight
of love

look, and you will see
what you’re searching for
you already are
just deep inside you, not inside of me
it's not my opinion
that matters the most
no, then you will get lost
craving at all costs
it's yours to know if you're doing alright
deep inside
you know
for what the kid will bow
kindness it is
not egoism
for your own bliss
remember this
you can’t dismiss

"But the vain man did not hear him. Vain men never hear anything but praise."
--- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Le Petit Prince

The street is washed in a morning hush,
Tiles whisper stories under rush.
A woman walks in flowery grace,
her dress flowing behind her
A building in the background keeps watch
Over all that’s there
Like a silent protector

Between the stone and sky’s soft blue,
The city breathes in something true.
Modern windows, ancient light—
the city begins the day just right.
It’s morning.

The moon calls to me tonight—
I cannot resist her charms.
I slip beyond the confines of my room
To let the evening soak into my soul.

A full moon spills her silver light,
Darkness braided with her glow.
Rocky earth crunches beneath my feet,
Each step alive with sound and scent.

The high desert hums its song:
Stars glimmer, coyotes cry.
A noisy stillness fills the air,
As daylight’s brightness fills the sky.

My heaven is green grass,
And scent of sagebrush and hay.
I belong in this moonlit nirvana,
Where constellations burn like fire.