Wordstorm

About Youth...

Ashes to ashes,
Words to words,
blowing in the wind,
one ear out, one ear in.

About Beauty...

A beauty unveiled,
is not such beauty after.

About Infatuation...

I have a infatuation
With life, with love.
Like a fish with invitation
To swim and play in sea.
Near death, in body, in heart,
I have my fair share
Of drowning, of longing
In the salty taste of blood.

On a Bench

Of love,
I am siting
On a empty bench
Writing.

Of love,
I am dreaming
Like a fallen trunk
Empty

Alas! Love, fly!
Alas! Dream, fly!
Let all not be empty!

I watch the sunset,
I watch the lovers walk by.