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