The Sandman comes home
Darkness cloaks the girl watching
Birds chase the sunset
Escaping a tired world
Tomorrow will start again

Undecided. It’s too hot.

Fingers dance on keys

Letters burn porcelain skin

Like hopping hot potatoes

Summer cooks short poets

The battle of tanka’s, stop.

There is Hope

The sky cries white tears
Skadi umbrellas the land
The forest freezes
Time will melt away her scars
Idun’s song is whispering.