Bottled up in a closet corner-
My heartly puzzle no longer complete...
The water from my eyes
trickles down
like wild horses gallop
through a meadow.
No one sleeps-
For my black attire is stained.
A log is burned in the fireplace-
a tattered soul set a flame
Deep in the bottom of my soul
i see you dancing on streets of gold
and singing in valleys of roses.
