Tag Archive | imagination


No detour for
a lonely heart
She is in his arms

No sympathy for
a lonely heart
She feels his affection
all over

No worries for
a lonely heart
Leave her


The Clown wasn’t Crying

When the Ferris wheel worshiped azure,

the sun gave me a crown.

April breeze bowed before me and

dashed to catch a balloon.


It was too late.


The carefree one glided across the park,

now apple-size up in the sky.

Purple flowers leaned forward in slow motion and

music faded out. I heard

nothing. I saw nothing.

I said nothing.