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...
In the morn of days, when time was but young,
God’s gentle hands beheld, creation sung...
Many words written of death...