Catching raindrops in the parking lot,
steam rising from the asphalt
At the height of unrequited love,
how to recover or at least not dissolve
In the dark wooden secret of the
The silent start of a never -ending
Ghost winter sky and the river is high
The universe swings from side to side
He hangs the earth on nothing and I fall
How to recover or at least not recall
In the dark wooden secret of the
The silent starting of a never -ending
Catching raindrops in the parking lot,
steam rising from the asphalt.
