They exist in each hearta tangle of memories anddesires untouched fromother souls
Shallow waterHeavy breathWithin this mountainNone was said
Do not lead,I shall not follow
You left me invisible threads,Tortured by the flame that flickeredWith a nervous spring wind
We played a game
a silly, stupid game
The summer wind is myLast lullaby and the drynessMakes my skin ache forThe touch of kindness Silenced players cannot obtain,What is this…
In my triangle the voicesShape our warHow many arrows must IKnock into my quiver?
We have seen the blue, bitterSky taunting usThe sun illuminates the dark Scars we try to hide inTreegroves of ourUnwanted childhoods
They say that bonds can beLike stone, strong and impenetrableOr easily smashed or blown intoTiny pieces — and people pick up those…
