noone knows my youth.
from my beard the smell of a child,
from my mouth moonlight bursts.
since i hang my jacket to the rain
i read poems dangerously
and i mess with the world.
my fall is cross with springs
my face is cross with rains
my sadness is cross with the mountains
my eyes are cross with the mornings
my lifetime is cross with the soil
my sadness is cross with the mountains
my reason is darker than the night
my grief is a better refugee than the night
i fear, my heart doesn't turn (back from its way)
i fear, my beauty, i fear.
they will ask for me
they will find me
they will tire me, my love
they will hold me
they will burn me
they will kill me, my love
my dark reason will be asked
my refugee grief will be shot
i'm afraid my heart won't turn back from it's way
i!m afraid, my love, i'm afraid
Endless Climb
I am blind
Why can't I hear?
Color blind
Speaking a phrase
Instantly grown
I am blind
Waiting in line