at last
i can feel again...
Heart beats, like a thunderstorm.
I wake with the perspiration...
When I saw you, the night had
slipped into your soul and waves...
The hills were steep,
do not push your fragile ankles up there...
I am looking for something
I don't know or remember existing...
on this night, i ask whether
the heart is brittle or were the...
of the lands that you and I know –
we know intimately, that this land...
a mind so full of thoughts
has ventured into a road...
It pours! It pours!
into this little lagoon...
if I were that little boat
sailing alone in the ocean blue...
The torch I hold
for us to see the lost route outside...
I couldn't see the beauty
in our worn out portrait...