fragments (forgotten, 3 short poems)

I
I walked the ridge
to the summit.
the cloud rested
on my palm.
the shadows…
left in the deep valley
by the entrance
into the underworld.


II
thought-
-like-
lightning

split the heaven
of my heart
in two halves
…bleeding.


III
fog sails
over the irises
into the dark horizon
of your pupils…
my tears rolls
from your eyes…