Her wings should have sprouted
By now
Her tongue should have grown
Around her neck
Like a nuse camouflaged
To her chest

The mirrors in time
Cake over mine
As I lose all
Awareness
Into the dark
ABYSS

Somtimes silence IS beauty.

I would follow the moon
As close as id go
Your voice echoed
Inside
We had coversations
Each and every night
I prayed To you
Like a God
That created
The very birth
Of my soul
You escaped me
You let go
Now I long for you
I let myself search
Beyond this cloud
Of doo
Is a beautiful earth
Waiting to unravel
Inside my twisted
Blooming
Everescent light

Drowning in nature
Pure and light

It is a calling
It is passion
That cures US

When I missed you...

Pure elicit

Language

Metaphoric blocks
To our very exsistance

Her relinquished love
Grew fire
It began
To drench
Her very core

This denial
Had finally
Came to an end

Her vase flew
Empty and forgoten

Her mouth
Still numb
From the everescent
Sonderless

POINT

The truth
Could **** you
If you let it