Twilight travels, without shoes,
Beyond a chessboard of shadows,
Unto a dark path in between mountains
To fields where the waken mind
Dare not tread.


Summer nights and quiet shores

Summer nights and quiet shores,
Without screams, without footsteps on concrete,
Only evenings sinking contentedly
Into melancholy.
A still sea mirroring earth,
A still mind mirroring life.

Like green grass, like morning light

If you were a weed in a ditch,
If you were an afternoon persistently falling
Into night, I would still catch you
Like green grass, like morning light,
Until it was me you grew from,
Until it was me you fell into.