Omens of clear dreams
On the highway Orpheus descends
To raise up Eurydice

Feasters of tainted dusk
Waiting for a guide to
The otherworld to appear

Tears about the tree line
Falling towards sleep’s blanket
Which obscures all city lights

The more I look at you
The more I become an augur
On the verge of a tongue's
Desolation and a haunting.


My Poems