Before I relax in lulling thoughts
I need to centralize one above all...

Surrounded.
These shrill voices mock...

I don't know what to write
without mentioning your name...

No one would ever compose a song for me
because who notices what I feel...

Time is cut off,
like the airway to my breathing...

Sin scars your heart,
constituting a false sense of reassurance...

Warm medley softens
cross and waning eyes that search...

I am waiting for him.
Not the handsome stranger...

I never anticipated staying the night
under groggy stars and cloudless dark...

Without the rain
my heart would be a barren desert...

Even in the tiniest parts of Creation
everything begins with a dream...

Memories rust
the lock to our hearts...