When I used to think about you It was was with the warmth and intrigue of a friendly fireplace The distant respect of a nightlong star in the bright sky But now it is only the cold ash and glowing cloud Which consumes my night in the direction of you For you are no longer in mind of mine And I am no longer am to you
I’m caught between The universe in your eyes And my love For your touch Dark turns Slight pink To grey light A brown leaf clings To its twig branch Rooted by the skinny tree It tackles the wind Has death come? Have I died in love? Silence is my friend But your voice sings The beat of my heart