I may be saying
goodbye under the stars dust...

Invasion was thin
like a feather's fall...

Leave your seminal
expression with minimal...

Sitting on the hill,
nestled against the moon...

Without words, I wanted
to write a poem. Would you...

Nothing to think for,
at this moment. Faceless fears...

I was learning, how
not to catch you...

When the intellect was
defiling the unwritten book...

Have not asked much,
still attached to you with subtelities...

Dusting a rose
dissecting a heart. There was wilder...

Your time
was not my time...

The moon was coming up
in cross-dressing style...