On that fateful morningI sat on a wooden benchBeneath a fading tree…And whispered your name to an open skyReleasing you, I watched as you spiraled, swirledHigh and freeDisappearing into the…
For a moment, I thought I caught somethingIn the way you glanced overIn the way you caught my eye as if in a sudden flash of recognition…at least I think…
Somehow I always felt you closeSensed a truth, a knowingLike a knotUnraveling in the dark indentationsOf my lonely selfAre you there… bashful soul?What is this sighThat yearns beneath my breathThat…
In my loneliest daysI used to dream of cloudsI would walk through themAs they billowed and grazed the groundNight after nightThey would come back for me to seeAs they swept…
Windy morning, rustling leavesYou reach for my hand and place it inside the warmth of your gloveFor a moment, I feel you hesitateAnd I, suddenly afraidRemember that you do not…