Poetry in Motion.

Behind God
He is shut behind God,
But silky colors could change that.
Behold, open your eyes;
See the pictures,
And be the masterpiece.

Black Beauty
Her singing body is black and delicious;
Composed expression,
Straight face —
Whose memories and thoughts linger.
Follow her desires
In perfect sorrow,
In perfect time.

Winter’s Death
Cold eyes
Forgotten endless time
Fresh winter’s pines
In my blessed night
Behold, death’s refreshing love

Dancing Fire
Wanting bright flames
Gone away
With saddened consequence
Blazing dancing
Stay in the flame

The Lost Days
The seasons continue,
The pendulum swings,
Turning waves,
And the time found
Is now awake.