"Return..."
So many moons have passed,
And my still pen is barely awake ...
I do not know what pushes me this time ..
Love?
The hope?
Or do I see the longing coming?
Whatever it is, it's my soul as a butterfly fluttering my senses,
Ask for a flight, ask for a clue,
And he just wants to overturn all that absence,
That lack of strokes,
of letters,
that once made me live.
Return...
Why not...?
