Into eyes with wonder
what else is there ?
but the all too familiar
feelings of being alone
Unfolded memories
wrapped in whispers
sedated by too many
unanswered questions
or unspoken words
turned into sighs
Eyes can see through
nakedness of cold breezes
of what was joyful
but now is ablaze from within
Till the last ashes
wishing in vain
for the moon and its rain
silent wait can be insane
09/27/2007
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