A time has come again
when you’ll love 
somebody 
and not 
know 
why
Deceived and lied.
or
how
their smiles
can make poetry rise and die.
But even the poet would fall into the lost Nile.
Retrieving hidden miles that could drag her, grab and surround her.
1000  distant voices crying and dying about the world wonder, soon is gonna end, here comes another. 
Sweet rush flowing down her arm the pain I think it's almost gone.
I must awake before dawn to find her loving arms
wake her up before she slips into tomorrow before she hangs herself onto quiet  sorrow.
I must find her at a cold tomb the odd crows follow her wounded womb.

Death my friend care and mend, take her to the place we would dream and amend, let her be free again.