The Soul, curving and smooth,
Its endless bend, across that skin it would sooth...

I want to you to hold me.
I want you to feel my skin and tell me...

Shrinking into darkness,
Wandering around this cornered space...

The wind shudders along a dry landscape of barren...
The dust flies through the air like a swarm of...

I would follow you to the ends of the earth.
Touch your picture at night to feel your presence...

Look up at the billowing shapes.
They float aimlessly through the blue sea of...

And I waited for you at the door.
I stood there and you came...