The Skin of Soul

Once a Darling Rock-man

Told me he couldn’t figure out:

If I was a Leaf…

Or the Breeze shaking it?

I still sometimes think of this.

Another saw a Magician…

And one saw a Witch


A Messenger

I’d like to think myself to be.

Child of the World

Unleash your imagination and fly,

Move along with the wind,

Dance and Sing to this rhythm.

Whisper your Message,

Draw it on breath that mists glass

On the windows of a car,

And on the mirrors in the bath.

Inspiration for those

Who will write

Upon me

Words on my skin.

If I needed nothing more than words to live by,

I would already be in Paradise.

Heart’ Flower

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