Cool breeze wheel and dive
making it through dawn again...

Consumed by your spirit
i am stuck in a winter tomb...

I have lost another roof.
As though I'm in the bare world again...

Have kisses stained your skin
or have they brought muse...

Your touch upon my windows
has cursed my once short sight...

Long blue curtains play before the window,
where a long way from the clear glass...

..as more mornings continue to vigorously crack...
the little things resting on the edge of dust...

It might be the poignant words
which I've not been waiting for...

I no longer wear my heart on my sleeve,
holding my feelings at the edge of my tongue...

If not about the ruins
that linger at the surface...

I was suddenly cast behind the bars
crashing into a burst of missing belongings...

From the recurring sun
that shuns my distress...