Why did we exist?
Why did we exist, in a world that never understood love? A planet that moved in directions that we could not decide. I cry, I cry for you because you loved me and let go of me I exist, in a void that stretches into reams of time, not knowing when it will end Beckoning to you, I move into a surrealistic cloud, whispering words heard long ago in a melody I sang, love filled paeans for you, to be unheard by many but you Whispering words of love held in floating petals of rose In a moonlit night, in a lush garden with a mystical air, I walk I walk a path softly, whispering to you to come to me and hold me In a dream that we are weaving Heavy with promise...whispering, swirling, weaving songs of sand Clutched in my bosom is a rose That wilts with my warmth A rose dyed with the ink of crying blood Which weeps for me Sweltering, in a heat that is not hell I live, whispering odes of love, hoping that you hear me Moving shafts of light pierce my vision ...