Tumultuous waves of thought
Anxious and grieving
My brain became hollow
There is something to be said - for being dead
In crouching cellars - alone or together
The intimate sanctuary of beauty
Far off - a voice in my ear
Like a dream - I feel your caress
On this indifferent tide
I wave the visible world away
Into the oblivion of lost things
Into the iridescence of decay
Like a sunset in a hazy day
Fearful of hearts treason
Your phantom fevered loves remorse
Gnawing at a worlds despair

Gypsy