It was not yet time
it ended too fast
it vanquished whatever state
of mind i beheld
my mind was frozen
i was lost in mutual promises now broken
I snapped back to reality
standing in the shadows of the desert
i see an image
i walk toward it
the flame is light blue
and the cloud is darkening at the center
surrounded by motes of dust
which sparkle as they burst into flame
then of all my torturers only I remained
the insistence flares up again
as in a ravaged heart
I call your name repeatedly
Into the night coldly the shadows came
I am that shadow
languorous in my pursuit of lost love
a strangers heart
you say that you knew me then but i have changed
