your hair is the wind,
your heart is the moon,
silent and stolen,
footsteps that swoon.

i still hope that i can see you soon.

slowly learning to lose.
reaching for your cocoon.
drinking, seemingly to soothe,
swollen tears in this mood.

foolish words in this tomb,
ones you never knew.
loving you,
every grain in your dune.

and our words were impromtu.

grasping for a feeling true.