For you, I’d become a Christian

I have seen bliss,

Starring at the edge of a cliff.

And everybody thinks

The moon is up there, alone.

Without you,

I am not a master anymore.

We will be again

Walking side by side,

As before…

 when time, seemed never to fade

Never to pass…

Beyond the reach of your voice.

I have seen bliss, my sweet.

Will you have arms anew,

Where we’ll meet again?

Things low

Things low,

Start stirring.

The hour has arrived.

I always knew I would regret

My passing,

Of you.

Things low,

Low in my stomach

Love naming you,

Love to remind me

…

I was a fool,

And they know better…

Of you.

Apathy subsided

Red cranberry seeds,

Garnished

With frozen dew,

Paint the forest’s edge.

Swarms of leafs

Float silently in the grey

Foggy winds,

Just like the bees

Before them,

Just like the flakes

in winter.

The grass underneath,

Has forgotten

The many mornings of sun,

When the earth

smells like the sky.