No go

I can't call people
ask what they said in my dreams
that is a pity

Air of history

language of the dead
primeval breath long ago
we're still listening

At it

We are armed you see
Dressed with the blue sky only
Redolent conflict

Words of love

our flickering lives
bewildered by emptiness
we heal each other

Possession

outdoor and indoor
something that belongs to you
waiting for your hand

Solitary

City of faces
Forgetting how to smile when
you are not around

Safe

the gentle first touch
your scent my security
morning happiness

(Dedicated to L)

Connected

talking to you lips
a silent conversation
let me ring the bell

Duette

Spire about to burst
Given the sirens warning
Imminent earthquake

Gist

Hauteur of budtime
Wane of snow less important
What matters is touch

(Dedicated to L)

Gift

In you is the clause
Recite words in our cosmos
Giving my receipt

Noir soir

The blackest of hours
Dull distant bell toll midnight
Mourn in solitude

Grief

Snowfall in my heart
A walkout without goodbye
Dropped shard on the floor

Yardarm to yardarm

Signing the contract
the decree is guaranteed
We share this world now