Matching with the point
go under,
go high above
- control.

Need of hold.

Because the arms linger
without him,
because the eyes no longer bright.

All light a memory of beauty.
Something of the pass.
No longer tender.

The night falls like
white angels fallen from the sky.

Day is his fault.

A shiny sun lives in
since the days began.

No need for poetry:
Life Is.