With wounded hands and shoulders
to see the chest
stars on the roof
Pablo thought

through the stars
like a tree
in the pebbles
with flowing tears
to eye time to come
stars shining
Pablo thought

Pablo
Finding out why
can't stop
from earth to eternity
pulling up
to clear the moment
stars were falling
Pablo thought

That thought grows into a dream
It become poems on the desk
(It was a gift from a neighbor who was moving out.)
their travel:
a branch swaying in a strong wind
sprinkled away water drops
although it is glowing
under the starlight
to fulfill the invisible future
Pablo counting stars.