Saturday, July 10, 2004



floating on the silence of hidden tributaries

tired and in need of solitude

she whispered: i don't know what's in your heart


sleeping in the cleft of a dream

the earth had aged considerably

the eye could no longer pin down the ecstasy in colour

he sliced his finger cutting the onions


how is it that we've forgotten all that was promised at birth?

around the world looking for what we'll never find.

love knows nothing.