Spheres within spheres like
cherry blossoms in the rain
the tea overflows

I would touch you but
my hands are not really mine
I'm just renting them

I could give you words
but words don't cost anything
they have no value

you have many shoes
yet you only have two feet
that must mean something

tears wet with morning
you struggle to find true love
your pants on the chair

hiding behind walls
someone will break through
no one fed the doves

the one that you seek
you do not see his face
he has his own walls

the sun sleeps at night
sister moon works her magic
now you must fight bear