Summer through
the morning leaves –
rains bliss.
 

Shadow in moonlight.
Spreads on the ground
like spilled water.
 

The tumbler that I
left somewhere. Overflows
in dreams, memories.
 

Everything is
unexpected
in a carnival of hearts.
 

Like an answer
to an unasked question
we love.
 

a spray of blood
to your dream
can give a stone its wings.