so tiny but so important like poetry
there will be only you
to make tremble stars
and invite me to write
what emotion orders
your love draws
my poems fortune
your eyes are enrhyming
in the reverse of my pictures
but I would like for you
any shade in your sleep
and that no sob comes
to extinguish my source of dream
countryside
languishing under the clouds
do you see this sky
given in gift
and this breeze
for any melody
Island
let sink the dawn
it does not cost anything
torn night
dawn mask
morning lie
abandoned
the winter laces
the dawn
undresses in the undergrowth
the drizzle
embroiders new hours
the poet
rummages in the light
I remember
a remote beach
the corns, the crested lapwings
my mother’s smile
only lies
her song higher
her step in the staircase
and me I fall from my poem
word-eye
way
started again
to seek
one’s voice
 | Benjamin Chew on births |
 | memoriesofanecho on straw skin |
 | denisheudre on about me |
| memoriesofanecho on about me |
| memoriesofanecho on I live |
