Listening to, and thinking about
Time passes by
Crying deep inside
I notice that there is a purpose
Climbing up, writing about a bar
Somewhere in NY it will happen
The good old thing always returning in poems
imagination all over
Watching me with joy
I go on
..

Like a whisper it comes to me

A whisper that is just strong enough to make a wise decision

Since He is a God of the living

I want to live

..

Talking

a stranger

talking

waiting in line

talking

listening music

talking

we together

talking

..

The way I look

Glance on your face

The moon reflecting
We go together
But I want you to stay
Talking about whatever

Talking about nothing
Other things are more important now
We go our way during the day
We meet, talk serious and laugh
Being silent with you is what I miss
Being silent in the midst of two lives

Coming together
Just be silent

..

written in class one day before posting. Based on a night in November 2006.