| 
 Sleep 
Until the colours dissolve 
Leave the dream to rain-soak forever 
In blessed moments 
Viewed from trains of half-truths 
Monuments burn into moments 
Up into other worlds 
Other ascensions 
Without deep sorrow to endure 
Black sunday of sleep 
Open for small angel escapes 
Moved by buildings to tears 
They week in the rain 
Am I at home? 
Am I in heaven? 
Gentle architecture 
  |