
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