Trackers never track
until the tracking happens...
I am
a pendulum...
Beatings many,
love notes few...
Write them on the sand
Don't carve your words on the rocks...
People come and go
A cacophony of murmurs...
Shrouded in mist;
I sighed you...
Silhouettes
stare...
We were restless that
summer, tracking new...
Hands that knocked at your gate
were not the same hands after...
It's this time of the day
that my spirited soul...
The moon melts these senses of mine
within constant fury, panic sets In...
You made me a vow
At the time I thought I’d never forget...