look through the window

look through the window
grey landscape

it is raining
bring it inside

but for
the quiet walls

play some songs
love exists

inside
myself

…

outside

myself

grey
landscape

made
by gods

a grey
blanket

them stars are pretty

them stars are pretty

the meadow of night makes wildflowers
in my eyes

I go outside and

I go outside and
the sun loves me with its

spring warmth
do you have a love for me

is it winter?
what season love be more

tender than giving blankets?

on the back-step

on the back-step
thinking I could ring
the bells

for Esmeralda

the melody of
a Church

perhaps Simon
& Garfunkel’s
Kathy’s Song

Springsteen, Neil Young?

songs become familiar
her face outside a window

days alone

days alone
bring flowers
to poems

without her
love is a quiet
habitat

dear girl

dear girl
on the meadow
of my heart

I’ve let the wildflowers
grow crazily
for you

your hair all over me

your hair all over me
in my poem

the love songs play
and you inside them