Today I want to write a couple of poems here instead of commentary:
I.
I wish I could listen
to the music in your head.
A world closed
in a pod. Intact. Yours.
II.
Literature is paper
and all empty thoughts.
How it pulls my heart.
III.
Sink your feet in the sand.
Watch how the sea run towards you,
how it runs away.
IV.
I believe in the some day
I will be understood perfectly
and all my loves will gallop.
V.
This can be morning
or the night. Or a time that is
neither morning but night.
You are the music in my head
Your dreams asleep in my eyes
Will the world wake me today
To its deadly full moon cries
Night and day I lie hidden
My words swallowing the light
Where can this confusion lead
Shall we Tango my love
Would that we could
Be perfectly understood
Perhaps then you would
Come visit my heart