It’s a sigh – “Please, let go of my arm!”
It is power – nightly sad departures
It is sweetness – intertwining arms
Moan is tieing up our parties
It’s a scream – infinite, boundless blue
It’s a flight – in icy mad rotation
It’s a dream – of life that is to come
Dreams are death’s rehearsals and redemption
29.01, 2010