I journey beyond
the edges of sound...
it's not enough to write about the loneliness...
or conjure metaphors that will be accurate enough...
In a realm where dreams dance in light's embrace,
Desiree dwelled with an enchanting grace...
Before the stifling winds reach
the nape of my neck...
A silent dance
behind the eyes...
I sometimes feel that our love is
Much like a thunder storm...
The sadness creeps in,
unsuspected, unwanted...
Words hover on trembling lips
While the heart yearns for a love...
Moon was playing
with a skylark. I give...
I found a thread from what I wear
And now I am in quite despair...
tail bent and buckled
body painted with tyre marks...
I sleep beneath the untamed vines,
On mossy earth and fleshy leaves...