my voice

my voice

my voice

born in blood

taken by the the wind

i send it to you

my voice

born with stars,

sound of the tides,

through forests of darkness,

with wings of light

my voice

soaring with birds flight,

croaking and hoarse,

biting through stones

and muck and bones

my voice

a song of desire

to touch your heart,

a breath in your  mind

my voice

sent

to make

our solitude

dance 

come dance with me

seismology 2: garden

garden

wild
grows my garden.
birds stop to sing
and start again
to show me
silence

the scent of herbs
mingles
with the
red, o so red
strawberries.
i am not hungry

still lies the pond
hiding frogs
and darkness
under duckweed,
allover green
and undisturbed

my garden
my wild garden
waits for you.
unruly,
untamed
but filled with peace

my heart,
my wild heart,
i let it out
to wait
in the garden.

it is so quiet now
in the evening breeze.
the birds
sing
again.

seismology 1: tonight

tonight

i talk to shadows

birds fleeing 

clouds 

they entered

my mind

the ground moves

gives way 

under my soles

my shoes stuck

in mud

my dream

whispers

i told you

i am a dream

the window

lies in shards

and a cold wind

blows into my heart

scars all red

and paining,

unhealed wounds

sprouting up

like weed

tonight

belief is fading

and fear is closing shutters

it prepares

oblivion

tonight

i dig graves

for wishes

and

tonight 

i see

a ladder of fire

to reach heaven

and

hell

my back

is itching

and

nobody 

to scratch