Poems Written in the Middle of the Night (although I should be sleeping)

Blue-violet-pink-greens

Blue-white-greens

There are yellow-greens

And white-yellow-greens

A few white-dark greens

The young spring sun makes them grow

And feeds them with fresh morning dew

My tears are hot lead in my chest

My thoughts twirl like flames

The night is cold and I can’t get to rest

Starlight kills and maims

Why are you away?

Too far away from me

The world staggers and sways

It’s poor like a drunken man’s plea

Without you I’m a shadow

Invisibly icy and shy

All colors hide under ashy-grey snow

The golden suns wither, soon they will die

When I wait

I wait for you

When I lock my gate

It is so you won’t go

For I am in love

Sweet one, I love you

A pretty green metal piece

Caught my eye

Made my day

Fine rain swept gravestones in veils

Soft, sweet air and pipe-smoke

Hugs and kisses

Laughter, smiles

And blood red cherry pop

Living feels better than staying alive