Without you he is lost;
   His mind searches for an answer,
   His thoughts falling into narrow, twisted tunnels
   Of what ifs and what should have beens.

Without you his lips are a desert,
   And his heart a tundra. To him it is all the same:
   Vast, desolate land. A stagnant nothingness,
   Haunted by shapeless shadows.

Without you he is betrayed
   By the swathes of shimmering stars in the
   depths of the cosmos – by the notion
   that everything was possible, that the universe was good.

Without you he cannot tell
   The difference between human touch
   And the searing sensation of a white-hot branding iron.
   (Which leaves a mark, and which hurts more?)

Because without you he is lost,
   A single alien species floating in the clouds
   Above rolling hills and sprawling meadow,
      Bone-dry canyons and ancient forests,
         And snowy peaks and stormy seas.
      Miles above the earth he may find quiet,
         But he never will find peace.

Watching the budding vine of petals unfurl
all through winter I am looking for spring
the daffodil yellow greens, the lilac blossoming
of tiny star flower florets, sweet the songbird chorus
moss softly sunning, the trickle of forest creeks running
the remembrance and fragrance, the pungent warmth of rain
drops, wet and round, bounced from trees, upon my face falling down
cool splash, the startling of my eyelash
wet washing and alive, the resurrection, the cycle
of all things again reborn.

on terrace
went close to her
hold her hips
she closed her eyes
Is it a signal?
a permission
to do
whatever you want...

One of those Things
that
just happens
It feels intentional
Like it's karma
But I'm not sure
What I did wrong.

Seriously I'd go home.

Who has any time?

Do I dude?

Young old used?

Entrancing xystus pouring churub tears.

as i run through my days
i stumble upon faces
faces, that leave  traces
today, i carry my heart
all broken and shattered
oh , what a piece of art
his love was all that mattered
then , it all fell apart.
but now the little game is over
young love ?? was i wasted?