Chill wind whistled

  Life like catching door.

Groping through the fog

The door of hope,

Summer and lost.

Fade silhouette moon.

By September-October

Inspired counsel.

  Distinguished draw shutters

Moments proscribed.

Peaks of the forest

  Swung in dreaming.

Under the weight of snow chimeric.

Trains fate, it was a bit crazy.

We look to the west.

The heart is in pain

We look for another era.

The sound of broken ice

Over moments come

Without you

  Even catch the news

Surprised.

Light on the front

Included in the plan, will shine.

Our forehead,

  Haughty is

Full of wonder.

Covered in bandages,

  Thought and dream.

Supporting

  Phlegmatic

Punch

  Bitterly.

Philosophic says:

  What the man makes by his hand?

Neither Mr. Hell no can opener.

Evening flows

Slightly above on

Water in crevasse

Longing longing to the memory.

So in a blissful dream, sleep under spice scent collected in the summer sun.

  Eternal flame of the stars,

What flashes?

  Glances,

In life,

  Still full of hope.

Where I take my waking dreams one at a time, in hibernation.