Night

The night shower is an artist
On my frozen window panes
Shining sketches are born
Filled with my colourless mute desires

The dancing golden flame in my room
Turned those droplets into diamonds
In the dreams that blossomed
Pictures breathed life to memories

I shall weave the thread of rain
To tender wings, i shall soar
Across mounts and mighty seas
To you, on this lovely night.

My Poesy

I once longed to shrink into some shell
Its warm interior hugging me tight
Insulates dazzle and darkness, music and noise
of what i abhor and adore-
The world, a bright doll-house, a dark coffin,
I, a doll, draped in iridescent livery, smile
I lie quiet in the cold stillness listening for sobs
hearing none I rose again
i wanted to shrink into a shell !
The shell i sought was my quill, I own it
My mind fills it as colourless ink
And I scribble life...