with a ringing solitude
I trace my steps across
the path of the past
without your love
I repeat thy name
Future, future, seldom said
I live along my thoughts
where I am silent in
the words of others
the moonlight in my eyes
singing only when gazing of
how soft the music of
silence makes me
the love of a blown dandelion
the hazy clouds with
dusty words
but now you are here
with your walk
reminiscent of a flaky fish
finding it’s way among a school of different colors
What if when I’m gone
you Want to fall into a ditch
And for time time to stop your tears from absorbing the trees of your kin above
hoping for a watchful eye to wake you up
to fall asleep under the waterfall foam
of my true desires
why must I fall into
the minute of the empty clock
Which blank message writes the
time of the ancient witch who was
Killed too soon
For collapsing the sandust on top
The realm of our false realities
The glades of our utopia
Where everything is perfect
Yet with you I can’t be in utopia
As I smother your powerful love
Under the crust of the earth
Where does utopia exist?
In the ant colonies where life goes in?
Is my perfect world in the fading dreams
Which shatter my sudden glass
Yet when will my perfect world exist in the
Dreamy sounds of the water and earth
When their hate will meet
Like the hollow eyes of
The jay which wakes to no vanishing river
And yet I gaze
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