I’m chasing the ghost of attention
through the pages and pages of words.
every time I lose concentration,
I am feeling a little more lost—
hoping, there is something to guide me
at the depths of my heart of my soul—
something able to shine, inspire me,
as I fight to recover control.

I thirst for palms on my skin
to burn through me with desire,
for lips to make my world spin,
to set my body on fire.
I dream of breaths mixed with mine,
as pleasure tears me open.
As fingers brush, intertwine,
my thoughts are left unspoken…
For you, I yearn, don’t you see?
Do you ever dream of me?

so hollow—
nothing but a shell,
a vessel emptied and left without purpose —
she’s drifting through the days, alone and hopeless.
silence, as she fell
in sorrow
so hollow—

a quiet melody—
the falling snow—
enwraps you tenderly
in chilling throw
to ease your restlessness,
the rushing flow
of thoughts of helplessness,
until you glow
and hum the melody
of falling snow.

Some days are harder than they may appear…
When, lost, you spiral down, out of control—
I’ll catch you in my arms, my love, come here.

In quiet whispers, snowflakes hover, dance—
Can’t move, spellbound – it’s all serene, at peace…
I feel at home when snow descends, surrounds.