No Book
loved — too much — or messed up
If You Could Remember
You’d like something else — born of quiet — expertly forged
In the Ripples
Time disappearing — in the ripples — of abundance of time
In the Land of Silence
Perennial chase — of goals without purpose
Switch
Suppose a moment — you could free yourself — to really breathe
It’s in the Silence
The resting body — The speechless me
— Nothing else
Not Now
The rain outside — All standing still — away from frenzy
What Will Never Be
Due date expired — Prisoner of time — in a running vessel