Living in my words - forthcoming memories.

(Living replanted - sown as a fieldshadow.)

When the misty streaks nightly with me wandered
while I, in silent forests to fields slowly searched
where torn away embraces had the heart emptied

I am outlawed, in a sneaking wind hidden,
concealed by the night leaves’ worn fading

Desolation.

Drinking The Well before the longing grows inevitable

Taking forth my last alone path

Dragging down pitiful, weatherbitten, wet soil,
into a dusty shack at the foot of the pineforest ridge
where sun cuts through the gaps in the wood boards

Unnoticed.

Inswept windtraces steps in with the cold
and nothing is left me here to remain - untouchable