Coming out of the cemetry,
Faith, does not tell you the truth...

Name was more beautiful than the face.
It was charisma of night...

It was your
integrity...

Beyond the gaze there is a time zone
of rumored agitation...

I woke up clutching the dreams
in deluge of tears...

Code of the veil was
darkening. You were searching for an...

You were sitting on a honeycomb
I wanted a life...

Anxiety was touching the mime
I cannot hold a reality...

Urn was carring the snow
unmelted...

Riding the back of a sensual saint
a white tiger...

Answers remain elusive.
Stains were on shirt...

Symbols are true, because they are there.
Your solemn ache...