Wait
On The Shelf
Like The Breeze Of Fresh Wind
Just For The Moment
Before It Disappears
Wait
In My Palms
Like The Smell
Of Wild Flowers
Before It
Evaporates In The Air
Can You Hear
The Silent Weep
Of An Angel
Observing Us
Making A Chasm
Between Us
Or Is It A Laughter
Don’t You Dare
Writing Down
Your Name
I Don’t Need
To Know
Who You Are
Just Breath
And Feel
The Sounds
Of Violins
Bouncing From
The Windows
Rustling Minds
Absorbing
Through The Nose
The Energy
Velvety
As A Moss
Kills