Poems from Bell Inocencio
Between your rest upon your midnight dream,I'll creep.
'Think outside the box', they told me.
No. I mustn't.
Don't think outside the box,
think that there's no box at all.
People blinded me...
Innocent and free-I smell the fumesof the loveless night-
Once upon a midnight dream,there short-lived a maid of Beam-she was fair, and 'bout of gleam.Once upon a day of brimStricken by a love...
The heart is a lonely hunterthat seeks the sun through the night,Apprised with things lulled of woewilled to see the unknown foe.