I once had a poem


about a dream




which was the answer to -



what kind of poem would be an answer to this question?

shadows are effortless -


how are we doing?

"I hate myself" -


who is hating

and who is being
hated?



I don't get it.

if the world was a whisper
(in French)
and the sound of waves
the sand
if a pebble was a mother

then I would love a thousand roses
every time you kissed goodbye
and every time I fall in love with you

you are beautiful

because of a rose I can't smell
because the clouds turned from grey

into blue
and I heard you say


nothing
(in French)

a word is a word
and it points to something
that isn't a word

a word is
a word

(the only word to be a word)

for love
is not a word

it's the little kisses


that like a gentle breeze
caress your eyes



a smile that once
whispered

and said everything


by moving oh so little



the same smile
that fills your breath

with such stillness

and you move


you touch



what used to be
a falling leaf

(the last falling leaf)


the end of a whisper

of time -



love is now



a word
was when you read it





and like a little stream


it runs down your cheek




the same cheek
I once kissed

forever



but watch my words


loveisnow




is





the fleeting sensation

of a thought flying out of the window

leaving behind
a tingling body


and freeing, perhaps

a little space


so I

can


now







be

chess is not just about making a legal move.
life is not just about