Her heart reclaims winter-
spiralling in between birth and flight...

One day I won't count the hours
until the next morning...

Joy isn't going to have meaning
when you sulk at grimy stools...

I thought time was fraud-
damaging my thought...

Everything about you sings to me;
It doesn't matter what words I think I hear...

Believing is so new to me,
how I relied on one man's...

Interpretations can be fatal
in the footsteps of an honorable dreamer...

My life is beginning to be defined
by the question words...

Imprints in sand saves my sanity
if only for a whole moment...

Remnants of a glimpse
to leave my eyes...

A voice of chilled adrenaline
flies out of its net...

Only one bulb is playing its harp....
rims of serenity's lost friend...