Within
Cinnabar-filled...

Your footsteps have built a metropolis,
yet we remain...

You've forgotten all about me --
windmills and cornfields in between...

Empty hallways,
ghosts on a wine cellar...

Who am I
to keep believing...

Oh, my closest friend,
take me back to the heydays of our poetry...

What did
the sky...

Oh, I thought I would find you
in the deserts of South Africa...