I still remember
your odor.

You don't agree, but

That close
you were to me.

Surrounded here,
with smoke of your
cigarettes,
my love.
Do you see the other side
of smoke?
I left my eyes opened!

With each inhale
you are burning
the sorrow of my heart,
but,
I am staring
the far side of window.

The city is sleeping.
And, we are still awake
and silent.

When she close her eyes
the world shrinks,
and with the bee buzz she fall in the woods.
The woods beneath her eyes.

She find herself in mystic and safe place,
and settles there like an unborn soul.
Free of all dreams and bounds.

She doesn't afraid of howling dark clouds, which never let the sky blue.
neither of gigantic trees,
which let realize her exiguity.

She hids there sometimes,
willingly, to provide her calmness.
She creates the puzzle of thoughts,
an keep in her pocket.

The woods beneath her eyes.

let go your love
take back and slow down your steps
you no need to blame
it ran out of dream

there will be a Dawn
the night won't be long
dare to hold your heart
just take it like a man

don't look back
into the the blank face of love
don't cry, dont call it back

Do you still believe
I love you
after all this time?

Did you forget
you said you are not ready yet?

When everything faded
you came and ask me now!
and you are same old one.

Can you listen to it?
The cry of the wind,
outside.
Its is calling for you, to break the bars
to feel the freedom, to do the wish.

Have you ever attempted?
To see what do you want,
To say what you like,
with no burden of words.
To find yourself in other's eyes.
And hold your heart, out of the cage.

What, do you think?
Would you come with me, to head towards
the unexplored, unto the new Sun.
to the land of daffodils and wilds of pine.
Where you can be you,
the wind is you and the rain is me.

I broke the window,
this morning, that barred me from the sun,
The quilts of yesterday's dim, finally thrown aside.
I looked around,
The last remenant of candle was, still alive in the corner of my room,
But who cares.
I burned my favorite book.
The broken window swept all I didn't want to keep.