In time

Your ha? is shifting sand
Through your shoulder blades
Counting my time
Covering my up.




With out you

Like the frost digs
The cold into my body
And the wind, so slowly,
Twists it in my flesh…

So the night digs
“Alone” into my mind
And silence, so slowly,
Twists it in my soul.


That’s me.

My body, a bed sheet,
Spread out on the bed of pleasure,
Stained from the excesses
Of my senses.

My soul, a tablecloth,
Spread out on the table of knowledge,
Stained from the banquets
Of my mind.

That’s me, a frail curtain,
Hung out on the line of life
Weathered by time.