spinners

they rise on stained-glass wings, like angels

circles

circles never end
dancing eager for a chance
to break the spell

its message

I get dressed for the ocassion
trying to  compete with its immense  gown

I wish I could understand it
like a wild lover he caresses  the stones with its  eternal rocking
he breakes them  with its  loving arms

fascinated I think about its message
I remain quiet listening   to the waves in the solitude of the morning

has the rain come ?

has the rain come
or is it just a dirty glass?

watching my eyes

watching my eyes in the mirror
all of a sudden I laugh
discovering  those trails I wonder
are wrinkles the laughter lines ?

which...

which desire fades first
the rose or its thirst?

silver reflections

silver reflections of pain
daggers enlightening  the night
are they my tears or the rain?