Words

A wish of gods
In tongues of snakes
The truth may speak

Heat

Dying flurries
Melting in the shoes
A whole day's sweat 

Convergence

Heat waves folding
Into a tsunami
Quite of a storm

Convergence

Old impossibles
In the light of a new truth
Quite of a sunset

Bites

Old loving dragons
Biting from a mans young soul
Feeding a lifetime 

Look

A monster's eyes
Look through the darkness
Old summer's sky

Scent

Sweet redemption
Of a future lost
Lime trees' perfume

Time

If life goes away
Between unfriendly sunsets
How about sunrise

Fight

More fight to spare
A dream made of hopes
Walks on tiptoes

Change

A war's darkness
Embracing the light
In a last breath

Blackness

A god's black eyes
Make all disappear 
Even the light

Grasps

Seeing the night
Through a day's wisdom
Ice-melting dreams

Grasps

A puddled pond
Can't grasp the moonlight
Within night's reach

Counting

Counting the stars
Across the window
Sleepless moonlight

Touch

The cold marble
In lighted flurries
Timeless morning

Geometry

Slopes of innocence
On a continuous ride
Spiraling old thoughts 

Quest

In a monk's robe
Perfect numbers lie
In search of gold

Noise

The noise we are
When darkness settles
All that silence

Candles

Candid candles
Caught in outside flames
Minds in a war

Walls

Outcries of sorrow
Fill the gaps of wild thunders
Wall-pushing shelling