The elixir runs dry
slowly and creeping...

A few weeks
after my birth...

Winds
chiming...

The alluring ambiance
of afterglow is peeking...

You made me see the beauty
of the sky, that muffles us...

Arose from the sea, grew amid the foam - a maiden
yet unseen, each of her curves spelled...

Sometimes I wonder
whether I seem...

In artifical light
you rip, advisedly...

In the end the sky was
an enigma to myself...

My cold leather couch
placed in the middle of this...

Others get a bouquet or pralines.
Flowers that wither, but that...

Stop reading
my most inner thoughts...