You breathe
like a found piano...

Charitable acts, like virgin sky lending itself...
are perceived as innocent bases...

You drafted my heart -
you trailed from my train...

I fall to the sketched echoes of my faith,
shouting beyond wet skies & open cloud...

March 17, 2010...

We are both a distant flurry away
Enfolding solitude as not to sway...

Raven violin strings
sing with sons of wind...

"I wanna be yours."
You're not at the other end of the receiver...

In the tune of silence
from the world of corrupted...

[Love me.]
It was only an assurance...

I chase his name
upon a railway...

I've had so little a glimpse of you.....
through glass morphings...