Petrichor

Sometimes the Stairs Invert and Rise in Front of You Like a Concrete Wall

Reflections of the Sun in the Glass Front of the Neighboring Building Shine Bright to My Bathroom Window

Someone Was Smiling on the Bus This Morning

An Island in the Sun Is a Life Shelter Is a Building in Dream Is a Nightmare

After a Quick Rain as the Fresh Smell of the Streets Enters Your Nose Your Thoughts Start Clearing Up

Love and Live Authority of the Land of Your Dreams

In the Night When You Are in My Dreams You Work My Center