Am i all the things
you’re looking
for, in lov
blazant upon
my doom…
Tis a living
wandering window
shifting sands..
Truth as the northwind
blows…
Paradox of time
sliver of lov
memories of….
A whispering willow
raindrops
falling from heaven
high, high, high
o-so high above…
Am i all the things
you’re looking
for, in lov?