I dream.

Till the grave summons my fragmented sleep,
My thought, you may salute her
when I close everything,
you may, my thought, waltz on the fur

I dream, dream of my thought
with symphonies of the 18th
the moonlight I give an audience to
takes me to you and beneath.

Too young

Too young,
remember the girl you kissed?
enchanted by your tale?
she was too young to be crippled by love.
remember her city and her lights?
she was too young,
too young to be sleeping alone,
too young to be sleeping with you.
didn't turn it off until you called,
she was too young to be lusting after you.
Run fast!
don't you think she was too young?
too young to be falling alone.
she went back and forth.
don't you think she was too young?
too young to be breaking her heart.