I just love these romantic evenings
That I want to share with you...
Azure noon skies over Swan Valley,
a pearly patched luster of cloud...
Disappearance is never quite as simple as
a one line poem...
I often imagine you close
In my thoughts you are so clear...
Broken, empty, bruised and battered
Gone away has all that mattered...
. . . P-
martian fly over...
Tears fall silently like floods and do not clear
encroaching dark clouds fill my life with fear...
There are two of you now,
Ghosts hiding within the brownish green...
Gasping for breath,
unable to comprehend...
That storm is about to blow.
I cut off my anchor long ago...
You
a sin...
I stare
Gazing towards the darkness of the night...