I tire of sifting through the future,I sleep in the bed of the Great Bear.I wake to the chimingof the crystal of dreams.I bathe in the rush of melting snows.I comb my hair with the branches of pine forests.I dry off in the “shower” of sunbeams.I dress in the unbloodied shirt of Christ.I journey, straining, through the Heavens of Hopes…I rest by working…I love beyond the nuisances of protocol,I live under the care of Angels.I will die with the draining of dreams,I am resurrected in the architecture of letters…
(Taken from the first poetry collection “Oh Eve, How Were You Deceived?!” – 1998)
