To Alexandra
16 \ 2 \ 2009
Swarm of flying crows
Swirling around the bronze statue
In a static day before the rain
The fire burning in the barrel
Warming a homeless for a few moments before sleep
The pain heretofore
Is just a hot breeze on an autumn day
You will wake up to see the dream once again
Just an illusion
You will be living an illusion
Until it becomes your only truth
