[of dreams and galaxies]

[love]

'You are what you love'
I think what is it that
I love / the windows are there
giving way to warm feelings
But /is this what I love
Maybe the dark nights
/flickering the darkest hopes/
Maybe this is what I love
I wanted to write about
You with happiness
With hope /with all the light
But I'm writing about you
/ and there is blood pouring
out of my mouth / like flowers getting
  destroyed in my own hands
  And I say to you /
  Why are you writing
   So hopelessly / with sadness
   And I say /
Maybe this is what I love.