In gentle whispers
a ray of light caresses...

At the touch of morning
a storm grows...

Desperate for your arms,
where I can curl like a kitten...

As silent wind sleeps
war drums beat from a distance...

The river between us
stretches far and wide...

Emptiness is rising,
fresh scent of loneliness...

Wonder
Why you affect me so much...

..............Red
..........sky fades...

How was it...
Across the vast seas...

I can withstand
the ill words...

We are not beings of fairy tales
rather we are as plain as nails...

From wall to wall without space to breathe
we are cramped to fill each page...