Life is misery, death is contentment. Once more I step into daylight, but still washed in nighttime. Hues of misery shine in both night and day.  Can heaven wait?  I cannot wait forever for happiness. Whether it be the sun or moon, hues of misery shine.      

WARM RAIN You can cross Dreams Under the warm rain If you go barefoot, If you go kissing silences So as not to change colors Nor break hearts Of those who fell asleep Under the moonlight Writing to love And dreaming of a kiss.