Sunrise with your thoughts
Sound of nestling open my eyes

But i want to live that dream
Again for one last time

In which we're holding hands
Digging our legs in beach dirt
Wind trying to blow wisp of your hair
Me looking at you
While you seek the shells
And this feeling i get
It is irreplaceable
It is irresistible
And i find pearls
By having you
Right next to me

In sleep if i m having these dream please dont wake me up

Every time you are on my mind
It seem like a movie running in the daylight
I see you with my open eyes
Sharing tea and cherishing your smiles
The traffic chase we had
In the rain
And cold drop running all over the face
Your hands protecting my head
The hot filled cups
And our wet hands
With all these little things
day passes in the daydreams

At night i get lost
Worrying about the future
Than i get this feeling
Of having you
Distant, but virtually
By my side
Fills up my heart
And pump it hard
All these feels like
I can conquer my quest

My last thought
Dusk with your name
With it i find my peace

Next day the same things happen
Bt the movie changes from one place to another
One meeting to another
From first hiee
To out of sight good bye
Waiting for the next meeting
Untill then reliving the recent ones

red stains, fading, cracked, scented

     if i kissed your prints, would they kiss me back?

sighs, thoughts, spaces between prints

     spaces between words, between parted lips and floating thoughts the world! is so crowded with space but yours is the one i want to fill .

     but where are the lines? lines of loss, lines of lawns, lines of ink and rips and more stains and letters, in the hands and on the pavement

where are the lines?

why won't you go there?

why do you hover in these foul, indomitable spaces? why do you seek that which you should not?

     if the shadow of lines slinks in your quiet expression, then why are you still here?

     if the echo of your soft face lingers in my hands, if the whisper of your breath and the heat of your skin still singes my own, then why do you disappear?

lovely wraith, lovely memory of a thing that once was, why do you sit so alone?

because i am coming to your space, and if you can see me, of shadow and fog, then i will meet you there,

     on a line of our own.

>because it's a death premeditated and i can see it unfolding,

     sharp wounding painful

and the discourse in the sky is telling me so, yet why do i keep walking west?

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--lovers--



       We were
              two steps      
                  shy of love,          
                    first was that              
                                  I gave up                            
                            and the second:                        
                                    you made me            
                                                          stop. ­           


                                                              ­  --strangers--