Emptiness is rising,
fresh scent of loneliness...
Sometimes I can hear
tempests' wails unfold in words...
There you sit among the clouds
Your light flickers and starts to fade...
The fear right
below your skin, festers...
In warps and wefts
I interlace a face in...
Moon was playing
with a skylark. I give...
One small step, in dark.
A silver of fear...
Blue Midnight,
captures stardust - sleepwalking...
You walked with me
when it was pitch-dark...
In war of attrition
with moon...
You are the swift killer
the true king of the north...
The music of longing
It is the call of a passing lark...