What is it that I search like this
With such unbearably haunted eyes
What is it that I miss?
 
So much breeds within me I don’t know
From what strange soil these creatures grow
Grasping and seething
Disconsolate
Avaricious
 
………
 
The sky is soft and sudden today
Clear blue, yet evening cloudy
And my heart is like a slate wiped clean
Of the figures of imagination
 
………
 
O demons of the heart
I know you have to claim your part
Your portion of our flesh
Our blood, our mind, our all too human
Mess
 
So scare me but spare me
In my fragile humanness
Confiscate with art
All that I must confess
But leave me just the tiny part
To drink my share of the silent sky
In grateful peace and emptiness