love games the icing
forlorness is not a sin
longing not the end
somewhere out along
the edge of sometime
before never
is that one you call
fall asleep to dreaming
of
that one light gleams
her eyes seek yours too
amidst the dark
the withering blues
the false facade of hopelessness
just raise your head
one day calm those needs
find her in the
clouds the breeze
she is there real
real as any dream
you seek
call to her
she is
listening