Teeth collide;
at touch of faces.
Strangers in a dream...
Surely I've kissed a few.

With wet eyes;
afraid of an ocean-
Drowning in sorrow,
washed away in thought.

I wipe away the past;
like dust in my eye.
I shan't cry,
as the past is only dry.

Only living now-
in present dreams I make;
and how they'll end.