Living now in the age
We face a willful test
Love and charity are daily as well
Although we notice less

We don't fight hate with hate
Or give up hope for all
Through pain we conquer heart
We unparalyze for call

Summoned now, it is our time
So we push past fear
Our ancestors beat such terror
We have in us, that's clear

So hope on, hope on
We won't give up or in
We will learn through many trials
Past terror and tears we'll win

in the middle of july
i dream of red poppies
it comes out from my baby hole
it's not forming a line
anymore
like one day in april 2015
23:13 i drew a bridge
swamped with lil red poppies
not long enough to reach
the wrist
of my left hand

I Don't know what to say
When I get home

Did I miss you?
"Yes"
Do I love you?
"Yes"
Do I want you?
"Yes"
Am I staying?
"I dont know"

i.

shadows of a dark world
the stars are cut out of paper
their blues unwinding the skies.

ii.

night drifts and drifts
its luminous notes
driven against a burning
bridge.

iii.

clouds scurry and break
shiver along like silvery rivers
fold origami corners onto
the breeze.

iv.

tragic stage of a darkening world
i dream of flowers, i dream
of the sea.


v.

your love sings out
and i am happy once more
bathed in dark rapture.