In the darkness of the morn
before the chirping of the birds...

When the skies turn gray
and the sun disappears...

Is there an answer?
Surely there must be...

A feeling more than imaginary
Which we actually receive in advance...

A shy little smile
Twinkle in the eye...

My head is spinning
with all these words...

I slipped into the warmth
letting the steam surround me...

Sitting here
wanting to cry...

Iniquitous pleasure
sustained until abused...

The day is fast approaching
when we confirm our love...

Thunderous hooves have found the path again
Dust clouds soar and beasts pummel towards...

A spec of "dust"
Floats by and lingers...