August 2012

out
of the sky —
winter

this winter
where dwells emptiness?
speechless moon

as if
to remove doubt —
blossoms

until dawn
in the belly of nothing
lacklustre night

not so dead
a neglected rose bush
sprouting leaves

cringing moon —
my shadow stretches out
beyond itself

storm-tossed clouds —
an old man ploughs over
his field of dreams

my aging hand
scrawling out verses
for oblivion

string quartet
my heartache
becomes sound