To Begin

the dawn breaks the gloom
the talk comes to animation
the spirit approaches to bloom
while eyes are closed
the mind scribbles notes
to be clothed in costume

and in a little while
the aurora rushes in the early morn
wooden chair and table on the watch
black and white colors on a batch
become a manuscript
of golden words from a shoestring catch






before i go to sleep

she pressed lightly her lips

on my cheek it made a smacking sound

it’s enough to dream sweet


before i explode my temper

and shown in my outbursts of anger

the heat of my mind is scorching like the sun

her lips pressed against mine, chilled, it’s done


it’s only a kiss

that will make changes

the lonely vapors of gloom

will certainly dry up too soon…