Poetry

Surrender your shadow 
to light. 
Come my trenched thoughts. 
 
An upside down 
episode speaks of a missed 
path, and of a blue smoke. 
 
Have you entered 
the lake to search for a 
sunset is rising moon? 
 
 
The house-trap again 
catches you in midstream. 
No peace. Eyes refuse to shut. 
 
Bind the stars with a moon. 
Let the night be blue-black. 
A goddess of arson was coming.