night train

I don´t want to be caught
in the act of dreaming
I put  a cloth over my face
and trying to sleep I pray
but dream is not enough to dream
as a rocking metalic sound
drags me  to  the ground

glances in the night

exchanging glances in the night
looking for a caress or a kiss

I wonder who could see
if someone in the shadows  pouted  the lips ?

the sacred geometry of chance

fishes

their roads are unpredictable
like a summer rain
like escaping wishes