I stress
I stress and stress and
shift between your sweet caress
I find myself sauntering through
lofty wasteland of subtle empty springs
silhouetted 'gainst soft riddles
propped up by the man who fiddles
with no regrets

where is that stream of tranquility?
where are those birds of winter that sing so sweetly?
where is my muse this morning?
are you resting after a blissful night of heart beating?
am I wrong to ponder of your absence?
am I wrong to wander about, reminiscing of your scent?
am I wrong, or simply lost among your ways?

I sleep
I sleep and sleep and
shift among the perfumed sheets
I long to dream a summer's dream
yet awaken full with no respite
I long to catch the stillness of the night
and hold it in my arms
the way I used to


fall into you -
the way I used to



hold you...