...within invisible walls of dreams, we live a life that might have been...

...glass words for you, Beloved—rain beads from an abacus of pain...

children need calm—they’re artists

had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes

I get mixed up with the life we led and the life I imagined

deprived of magic, wonder wanes

my heart, sometimes singing in the afternoon, the most haunting song of solitude

I’m mad with loneliness and you’ve been haunting me all day

the same—on this page, or the end of your fingertips—always the same

Be careful—my heart is broken—and you could fall in

I covet solitude and storms…and rain, with its geography of dark silence and distance

I took you to that windy hill where stars on every side fall away

I live in a house of secrets, but I’ve unlocked a few rooms for you

You are perfect and have no synonym

only the gentlest hands can brush away tears

a rainy walk through leaves will cure almost anything

Rain, hold me in your glassy arms—cover me in wet kisses

you’re gone andyour unfinished poemlies alone on my desk—empty of tears,I only hope it rains today

summer is in me—clouds and lakes of shadows, rippling under the trees