FATAL

Death speaks to me
In a falsetto tone
I am buried
Under the ashes
Of my destruction
In this darkness
I see a growing light
A flame of love
Of resurrection

POEM 6

The warm wind
Whispers
The most
Beautiful mysteries
The moving leaves
Become your hair

PULSE

I write
With my heart
Now more than ever
Every time my
Heart beats
I think
Of you