Running at Night

Running at night feels like

A windy midsummer’s night dream

Feels like my sneakers disappeared

Somewhere in the obscurity

Feels like lullabies caressing my ear

Feels like stubby dotted fur of deer

Brushing up to my cheek

Feels like everything rinsing clear

Except for the residue of dirt on my knee

Feels like these feet are two blind seers

Feels like a little more than weird

More like my personal discovery.

Falling Asleep

gray misty haze
of dried chamomile leaves

seep

into my dreams and
drives away the

monsters.

Simple Love Poem

I like writing poems on Sundays
About gray life in the city
I like dreaming universes on Tuesdays
About horse rides in the forests
One day I woke up
Thinking fervently about you
And realized with jump
There's nothing else I would do.

And Sparrows

I gaze out of the windowpane blur
Out to the rolling fog and cold oxygen
No one breathing but the oaks
And, from the corner of my eye,
A pair of love-drenched sparrows.

Infinitesimal tears

Infinitesimal tears, cerulean
lovely strokes of sadness outside the windowpane, unseen
by the naked eye yet felt
by the naked heart

Infinitesimal tears, cerulean
quilt of water under my feet
whisking reality away, and emotions become tangible
cool and burning on my shivering fingertips