The Dreamless Sleeper

Like cupping your hands,
nightly, to catch falling stars
adjusting your eyes
to make lines converge
in linear arrangements
of unfathomed peaks

The Shadow's Question

Which candle to light?
cautiously deliberate
prisoner of doubt--
faintly cast shadow--
weary of wasting matches
saves one for himself

An Empty Socket Where the Sun Once Stood

curtains for windows
that are never looked out of
in a thunderstorm
never sunset(rise)
borrowing eyes from the blinded
is it ever day?

The Smaller Constellations

"I am used to you."
"I miss being used to you."
What does a smile say?
Apart together
It intimates emptiness
A separation