March 2008
Dear night
Won’t you be so kind…
Let me sleep with thoughts unbound.
Where distance has no measurement.
Where quantum dreams lay bare.
Where hope in its eternity sleeps,
waiting with a spell.
Chemist
Where the flowers weep,
there I sit,
waiting for fire
to sweep.
The colors enrage,
filling a million emotions;
The body in rage,
just give me the potions.