Rose Falling Into Night The miracle begins with touching the strings of night streams find their way through narrow crevasses falling stars twinkle in our eyes Nested in each other we watch the rose falling into night as if reuniting with a childhood garden On the carousel of our dance we whirl two angels in an embrace with clouds I, the night’s star-lighter you, the city’s thief of hearts What a miracle it is as if we were born on the first morning of the world As if we did not before exist rivers have flowed to our bed. Skeleton Man Eventually the skeleton of the man was hidden in the well would moan in the soul of the night The man was unable to feel the moment Walking with his own ghost committing little crimes to be able to forget the time Over there in the land of the seals on that shore in love where the raft of Odisseus hit the land At the morning hour when Naufsika washed him and scrubbed with...