I have traveled far and wide,
befriended more than few...

Closing eyes,
stifled yawns...

First gaze held,
a word away...

I hear him, though there's no one in sight
I hear his voice in the deepest night...

A poem, with its words and metric rhymes,
knows no bounds, no space, no time...

You plead with drops of crocodile tears
whimpers of fake sobs and sighs...

Careful strokes caress,
carving formless to perfection...

The night beckoned my weary soul
at the close of frantic days...

Downloading pictures;
writings...

Words of pain,
pronounced everyday...

The moonlight beams on this eve's hour
With eyes that colored the setting sun...

A heart concealed in rock-solid fear
ground between, an empty space...