I'd lost my home.
While covering up the storms
with all the sand that
slips through my fingers,
I'd lost my serein rain for a long wordplay.
Or a war, worthy of losing peace.
Secrets melt
By the corners of lips
As though a smudged smile to offer.
I've fallen where my pieces never belonged,
I see no light escaping from the branches
I see no light, floating on the river,
Setting a goodbye tone in a lunatic voice.
All my warmth has gone
with that one pause in my head.
I hear no music there
Nor whispers of care
Not a word
Anymore.