Wishing On A Star

to the living: be unto love as rain is unto colour;createme gradually(or as these...

unlonely:

be unto love as rain is unto colour;create
me gradually(or as these emerging now
hills invent the air)
breathe simply my each how
my trembling where my still unvisible when. Wait

if i am not heart,because at least i beat
-always think i am gone like a sun which must go
sometimes,to make an earth…