Haunted

Set aside the cruelty of

A distant sight, let me skim

Your heaven and die in a sigh,

for everything I linger for is

to lie in your breath and

wonder no more ‘bout your

delicate mist.

Lift me up trough the

Desert sands, tear me

Apart from my keeenest

Sense, dance now, you see,

as the world collides in

your eyes.

Fear not to woe, now and

So on, that none of them

Could never know ‘bout

The glorious march of

The silent flow, mark of

Desire and coscious love,

never able

To catch its goal.