Waiting...

In shadows she resides, a fleeting vision. In dreams do I only realize, what I feel. In Love with my desires.

A sweet voice in song is a ghostly communication. Lovely vocabulary spells what tears me apart. I miss you and I search for you.

Like silk brushing against me, her prescence is but a manifestation of a lingering want.

Or much...

In a month past changes file before me. Crazy differences dominate the landscape. I have gone back to where the coldest years have stuck to my tongue. I sometimes feel like the fleeting present is but the reflection of an old memory.