Rinzen # 1

Early in the morning
under a bright and
clear sky
I feel the sun deep inside my skin
my eyes try to adjust to the glare
there's no wind through the window
glass
I look out... I lost myself searching
for memories, feelings, emotions,
spiritual connections
sweet-tempered in my own brain
and suddenly I realize that my poem
looks like a narrative
and that what I would really like is
to paint your face when you are asleep
in my arms - Rinzen
I wonder why though I keep on
writing poems...