San Rocco.

An orange moon

highlights your figure

silhouetted by fireworks.

Visible in flashes,

colours of the rainbow,

condensed.

A cappuccino

at midnight; 

against the grain.

One day we may meet

through twists 

of a tempestuous fate.

~(17.08.08)~

'sic itur ad astra'

'thus you shall go to the stars' - Virgil.

Red light,

lacrimosa,

a death fit for

a thousand souls.

Leaking heart,

no words impart

how to make

this torn mind

whole.