Pont d'lena, Paris.

"Dani's Crossing"

Capitol of desire light of night
The river flowing out her arm
The water a wax wing
Bring to the bridge a crossing
And connect everything
A cross and no harm


Stupid clumsy throwing myself toward night
The door slammed my face the cover of a book
Turning out to darkness-loving colored words
Lost cold seeking someone is there
Who is not mine

"Letters, Sets"

A simple metal pen
Tries to forge the sword
The fire in the mouth of the furnace
Should be is not mine
My choices are dying birds
My choices are owls
In the dark evenings of towers